A few seconds of panic

Yesterday at the end of school, I discovered that I had a voicemail. I listened to it, and it was the lady who did my ultrasound. Those people should be required to start their calls with, "Hello, everything is fine. This is ---, your ultrasound tech..." They should never ramble on, telling you that you need to come back in, etc., and never tell you why. So for nearly a minute I was panicked, until she told me that she had been too caught up in our conversation and had forgotten to get a picture of the baby's stomach. Phew! If that's all, I have no problem coming in!