Not knowing what is wrong is killing me. There are times that my imagination is not a good thing, when I can put myself into a complete spin because I've researched things for my writing or I've lived out an event in my mind, and I hate that. I wish I wasn't a creative right now.
I keep looking back over the scans trying to find something, anything to give me a hint. But I can't make any sense of them. From what I can see the measurements are all fine. But I guess they wouldn't give me any bad images would they?
I'm barely sleeping. I keep waking up in a cold sweat and then I can't get back to sleep. Tomorrow morning can't come soon enough. I don't even want to go see the midwife first, I just want to barge straight up to Doctor Jensen's office and ask him what the hell is wrong!
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