That's a bit how I feel right now. Not much is changing and I'm left feeling like I'm in a holding pattern. I guess I really am.
I've been having trouble falling asleep. I do a pretty good job, at night, keeping myself distracted, but once the lights go out and the television is off, it's just me with the knowledge that this thing keeps dragging on. I'm afraid of what might be happening in my body, and at the same time trying to hold on to that idea that it may still just be nothing...or something for which we haven't tried the right antibiotic.
I know that I will know nothing definitive tomorrow when I go to see that "other" doctor. I know that he's probably going to want to do scary tests for scary things, and it's, well, scary.
One way or another, I'll learn something definitive sometime. I hope.