Prone to Wander: She handed me a tissue.
She was a PA. Young, pretty, and pregnant.
had scheduled the appointment earlier that day.
I said, I’m hurting. Can I come
a scale of 1-10, how bad?
does it hurt?
don’t know how to explain.
tears spilled from my eyes when she asked where it hurt. She was a stranger,
filling in for my regular Dr. who I couldn’t remember seeing last.
you want a prescription?
is your goal for this appointment? She asked, confused.
guess I want to make sure I’m not dying, I choked.
looks fine. I don’t think you are.
I hope your day gets better.
She smiled sympathetically and handed me another tissue.
can follow up with Dr. _______ in three weeks, OK?
couldn’t even nod.
could tell no difference. Everything, and I mean everything throbbed.
trudged to my car and called my husband at work.
did the Dr. say?
you tell the truth?
don’t even know how.