I got the results today. They were supposed to call, but they hadn't by 11:30, so I called them. Then I was so antsy that a colleague told me to tcall them again, so I did.
I ducked in to the toilet, so quickly (had been hanging on forever!) and of course that's when they called
But a friend picked up the phone, made them hold on for me.
I got the news that it was indeed a partial molar. I'd been so well prepared for it, and knew it was coming, but for some reason still needed to sit down and have a sob. I told work I was leaving, and got on my bike and pedalled so so hard - for some reason I just wanted to HURT, so I fanged it up to DH's work. He came out and we sat in the garden outside his building and had a cuddle. I wasn't crying any more by then, and we just talked about it. From there I came home, dumped the bike and headed for the hospital on foot, to do my first weekly blood test. Will find out how that went tomorrow. Seems like it's just another part of my life now, hard to believe that just over a week ago we had no idea about any of this.
Oh, yeah, and I soothed the hurt with some retail therapy - hit the op shop and got a blouse, dress and pair of gorgeous little thongs