Anti-Climactic? You bet!

I had my regularly scheduled, once a month phone visit with the woman, Dolores, who heads up the inhaled insulin study I'm part of - that took a long time to say. It was a little nerve-racking as this was the first time I'm giving her results since my insulin requirements have decreased by 2/3. The whole time I read them off to her I tried to gauge her response. Was she happy? As excited as I was, or frustrated, angry even that one of the members of her study may not be part of it much longer? I never got a straight answer, or indication one way or the other. At one point she gave me the whole "faux surprise" and "excitement"; I say faux because, over the last year, she's used that same tone and inflection only to find out that she was unimpressed, playing around. So, I sat there, at my desk, on the phone with this woman, unsure of her response. Trying to hold back the "booyah" that was building inside me. Swelling and letting out short jets of steam from my ears, brimming over, and then I thanked her. She told me she would call back with the results from the doctor in about an hour; which lacked any semblance of the excitement I had. I thanked her again, this time with more conviction, like a cocky hunter about to venture forth after some big game, and hung up.