I had to call the doctor today. I was feeling really lousy and I was beginning to get the feeling it was going to be like this forever. Of course, now Garry feels the same way and I think Owen isn’t feeling great either, so I suppose that just confirms that we “have something” and it isn’t just my body doing its thing.
So I said: “Am I ever going to feel better or am I always going to feel like this?”
“You’re always going to feel like that,” he assured me.
I thanked him. “I appreciate your support.”
“No problem,” he said. “I love supporting my patients.”
Oddly enough, after that, I did feel better if not physically, then at least mentally. It’s good to have a doctor with a sense of humor, isn’t it?