The office called this evening to tell me that my test number was way off. Not life-threatening off, but have-to-take-more-stuff-that-has-consequ
Rather than start right in on therapy, I think I'll have the test done again. After all, the number was way good in January, and had been basically OK for several years before that. Something (medicine? food? exercise?) may have skewed the results yesterday.
All these aggravations to manage are what make me weary.
EDIT: I feel a million years old tonight.