I hate getting tested.

I woke up at 2am in a nervous fit, watched TV until 4am, and slept restlessly until 7am.

My doctor's appointment was at 9:30 to get my test results.

Last week I felt a lump on my neck. Not wanting to be one of those brothas who waits until the last minute to have things checked out, I went to the doctor. Looked like a lymph node swelling up. I was instructed to get a battery of blood tests done. Did that, and waited nervously the entire week. The swelling got bigger - looked like one of those nodes sticking out of Frankenstein's neck. At least that's how it felt. I kept doing Google searches on "swollen lymph nodes," but the info I found didn't soothe the jitters.

Yesterday I freaked out. Called the doctor's office to see if the test results were in. Tried to get the receptionist to tell me. She wasn't havin it -- "that's why you make an appointment to come in."

By this morning, the swelling had nearly disappeared. After I sat in the waiting room for 25 minutes, the PA called me into the exam room. "All the test results look good!"

I cheered like Carolina won the NCAAs.

"Your blood pressure is too high, though." She had to take it three times while it dropped to nearly normal.

My, what a sunny, sunny day it is!