Die or Get off the Pot

My phone isn't working right now, so a friend got the call from the clinic that there's something unusual in my blood test results.

Something.

They don't have the authority to tell her what it is, and I'm still not capable of calling them back, so it looks like I just have to sit around for a couple days wondering what the hell is wrong with me now.

I'd much rather deal with something sudden and catastrophic than this fucking dying-by-inches.