It's approaching 430 in Connecticut and my MD Has not called me. Bummer. I called him and my results are in, but not read. They gave him a note to call me. Seems like I can't cut a mental break. Came home early to relax and watched an episode of my stranded addiction where a girl had a liver enlarged by 60 percent from eating plastic. She looked so fresh and healthy and had no clue. Then have had stomach cramps all day. Should I call the doctor? Ugh. There's nothing I can do to stop the panic some times.