Started off the week with my annual physical check up.
Why does this appointment always cause so much anxiety and trepidation?!
My blood work cannot be edited and my physical state is what it is.
I guess I just do not want any bad news.
My doctor is so nice and competent yet I suffer from White Coat Syndrome even though he doesn’t even wear one.
I feel great so I just need concrete affirmation.
Why are the examination rooms so stark and devoid of personality, an executioner’s waiting room.
Feeling vulnerable as I await results.
Stopped for breakfast as I had to fast and then walked the 21/2 miles home and survived so I guess I’m in decent shape.
Thankfully, I do not have a dentist appointment this week😎
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