Another non-crafty post.
I just realized what most of you probably know already -- time is relevant.
On Friday, r will officially be a year old. It will be 12 days, 365 days, or 525,600 minutes since I gave birth. Wow. In all my nights of counting sheep, I could never have counted up to half a million.
And now it's here.
Today I got a phone call about a lab test I had done yesterday. While poking and prodding me, the nurse explained that I will hear back from them by Friday, or Tuesday (because of the long weekend) at the earliest.
And now, less than 25 hours later, I play the message on my voicemail:
"Hi, this message is for C. You came in for a blood draw yesterday...Can you please call XXX-XXXX and ask to speak to Abby? We wanted to speak to you about some of your labs."
It did not help that I heard the message at 1:00pm. Which meant, everyone (including Abby) but me, will be on lunch break. I call anyway.
"Hi, this is C, returning a phone call from Abby... (hyperventilates). Please call me back at XXX-XXXX. Wow. Oh, my goodness. I'll be by the phone. Thank you."
I pass out from anxiety.
Just kidding. It was the longest 30 minutes of my life. And believe me, I felt all 1,800 of those seconds tick by.
1:30pm. I call again. Abby answers.
"Hi, C! I just wanted to let you know that there was a problem with---"
WHAAAATTT??? Oh, no...I don't have a will in place. My life insurance will take care of R and r, though.
"--our lab. We are unable to run one of our tests, and we would like for you to come back for another blood draw. Can you come in at 3:30pm today?"
"Um, sure." I stammer. "I would LOVE to come in at 3:30pm today. I really hate needles, but right now, I've never been so happy that you just needed more blood."
Abby: "Oh, what were you thinking I was calling about?"
Me: "The worst."
Abby: "Oh, I'm sorry."
Me: "Oh, please, don't be. I'm really just glad it was just more blood."
And I could literally feel the years (that she scared out of me) drain out of me. Yes, all 2,628,000 minutes of them.