We are trained, from our youngest moments, that "test" is a swear word. It is the absolutely worst word in the English language. Don't argue, think about it. Deep down, I know you think I'm right.
I don't want to go into detail concerning High School, because it will bring to the surface my so happily buried psychosis. *Twitch Twitch* I hate tests.
Whenever I've had medical tests, I hope more than anything that they come back with something, anything, so that that will be the end of it all. We'll know what's wrong, done, finished, finito.
But I'm going in for a test today that I hope pans out to be nothing. I hope they look at me after everything and say, "Ma'am, I'm afraid the problem is that you're just crazy and it's all in your head."
I'll shake their hand, thank 'em kindly, and be on my merry way.
I'm willing to suffer through pain and agony for the next four months, as long as nothing is wrong.
Wish me luck.