I called Dad to tell him the good news and he was in office hours so he was short with me. He also acted put-upon when I asked when he or Mom could drive me to Stanford to get the bloodwork done and asked if we couldn't get it done on the weekend. He really ought to know by now that doctor's offices aren't open on the weekend. This normally wouldn't bother me that much, but I've been especially sensitive since the whole burden thing a few weeks ago. I just need to get the fuck over that and not internalize it. I'm trying to. I'll talk more about this later--I'm currently sitting in the middle of a hall on campus and if I talk about it anymore I'm going to cry, and I hate crying in public.
I want to reiterate how much I appreciate everyone who commented or even read my last post. This has been an incredibly long and complicated battle, and it's far from over. I know that nobody feels quite the same as I do about this particular issue, but I'm still very grateful to have the support of all my friends. Thank you all so much.