Husband has been taken for a CT to "rule out" a pulmonary embolism. With the family history of blood clots, this makes me unhappy. Breathe. He is ok. Just because I am stuck here while he goes off to who knows where for tests that does not mean bad things are happening. I am in the same building therefore everything is going to be ok. Not that I have control issues or anything. As long as things go my way, everything is fine. Right?
I really despise waiting. I really despise not knowing even more.