Sitting on the exam table, the paper crinkles underneath Gretchen’s legs. She inhales through her nose and tilts her head to the ceiling and tries to make the ceiling interesting while waiting for the doc. At the first twitch in her neck, she rolls her head down and starts to massage her numerous aches—first neck, then back. Any day now, lady. She glances at her white Nurse Mates watch; the second hand barely moves.
The doc breezes in through the door; she is wearing a lab coat and stethoscope and a don’t-bother-me-I’m-working look. “Gretchen, nice to see you again. I heard you’ve had a few symptoms lately? Your CBC and chemistry are all normal. Your vital signs are text book. Tell me what’s going on?” Continue reading