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This morning, I find myself again caught in the familiar grip of the waiting game. Having just dropped off my third urine sample to my local GP surgery, I’m plunged back into the uncertainty and apprehension that accompanies the wait for the health test results. The lovely receptionist suggested the previous two samples may have been unusable due to the age of the sample. “Surely not” I replied. This left me feeling a little puzzled and frustrated. As I walked back to my car, I kept wondering how could this be? Here’s the thing… the previous two samples were taken at the surgery. Bizarre! Nevertheless, I cling to the hope that my third attempt will prove to be the one, even if it means I have to start the waiting game all over again.
I’m not the most patient of patients. Each …