The three-month wait to get into gastroenterology for the initial visit was clearly really worrying one of the other doctors there, and so rather than November, the wait finally ends tomorrow. I got voicemail and text messages today: the clinic wants me to schedule an ileoscopy for my flare.
I did not.
I will go, I’ll see the guy, we will congratulate each other on our good fortune at not having to do all that now, and that will be that.
Right?