"Right, right..." He grimaces a little, because blood test, but what can you do. "Is there anything else I should do, in the meantime? Uhh... Keep a record of what I eat, or exercise, or anything?"

Russell's fingers tap irregular patterns on his knee. Being proactive enough to come, only to be pushed back into the wait and see game, doesn't sit right. Even if it's just something to feel involved in the process.