White coat syndrome.

I look good in white, but not in a doctor’s office.

Yesterday was a white letter day.

I dragged my emotionally pummeled body out of bed after a few scant hours of sleep.

Foolishly hopeful, I stayed up until midnight to watch both my sports teams go down to defeat in shame and ineptitude.

Sadly, I just can’t quit them.

I called a Lyft to take me to the doctor instead of walking and arriving with an overly hydrated body.

The doctor is wonderful and my annual female check up was perfect, but I was still rattled.

Nervous and naked is not a pretty state.

I left in a cloud of positivity and had a joyful coffee with my daughter before her work day commenced.

Gleefully, I transformed from a whiter shade of pale to a sunny, glowing visage.