I hate that there's a chance, even if it's remote, that they'll find something terrible wrong with me.
I hate that no one asked me if I had my period before I gave this last urine sample, as menstruating totally taints the results.
I hate that I didn't know my period would alter the outcome after spending 3 years working on a book about menstruation.
I hate that I never knew how to properly give a urine sample and that there are no instructions at the lab. It wasn't until my 3rd test that someone explained the proper procedure.
I hate that I even had to write that.
I hate that the cat scans weren't postponed until my urine sample came back clean.
I hate that I don't know if it'll be clean tomorrow.
I hate that I'll have an IV and there will be some sort of heavy duty dye coursing through my veins.
I hate all the radiation that will be smashing into my body.
I hate not knowing that everything will be ok.
I hate when my glass empties on its own.
On the bright side, there's a great yarn store down the block from the hospital that I haven't been to yet.
I'll be shopping after pee-in-the-cup round 4 is over.