The phone message
It started with a phone message from my primary care physician following the latest test — this one a CT scan with an iodine chaser — trying to figure out why my abdomen, and digestive tract, felt like Jed Lowrie looks when a fastball just off the corner is called a strike.
"I’d like to discuss the results of your latest test." No explanation, no information, just a desire to discuss the results. This is never good. Ever. Here are some things you never hear when you call your doctor back:
"Oh, we looked at the blood tests and you’re fit as a fiddle.