The call came at approximately 11:30 a.m. on Friday. The blood work was "normal." Hallelujah!
Although, now I'm somewhat concerned that they did a half-assed job reading the results. (Welcome to the life of a hypochondriac, I guess).
My face is still swollen, and my neck is still sensitive. I can't get the image of my eyeball bursting, out of my mind. But the blood work was normal, and in the grand scheme of things, I guess that means I'm doing pretty fucking good.