What's taking so damn long????

Biopsy was taken this morning. My old girl was appreciative of the time away from Jazz, but so obviously doddery now. She bumped her head twice! With an "Oomph". Gawd.

*sob*

I phoned an hour ago and the vet was "in a consultation, she'll call you back when she's free."

Now my imagination is playing not so much devil's advocate as Negative Nelly with me.

It'll be nothing. Right? Nothing. If it was serious, they'd have phoned. Or am I just thinking about the same situation with a human patient?

Nothing...