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 Entry 146

   I went to the doctor's again, this time more tests, and I sat in the
exam room for over two hours.  I am getting really fed up with that.  They
should be ready when we come in, shouldn't they?  I mean they made us make
an appointment, right?  They knew we were coming!

   I sat on the narrow, padded exam table couch thing, with my butt
sticking to the paper they laid out, and Doctor Tom's older nurse came in,
I think her name's Kerry.  She did all the preliminaries, like temperature,
and my blood pressure, and felt along my right ribs for soreness from the
blood clot inside there, checked my tummy where i'm giving myself these
little shots, all that.

   She's really attentive to my little stories, and when I get all animated
and freak, and go on forever about dumb things, she just seems to get even
more interested.  She gave me a local painkiller and like a general one
with like, a sedative in it so I wouldn't have an anxiety attack, and she
had other patients to check on but she always came back and sat with me and
talked, just girl stuff usually.  She has a little daughter, and two
rottweilers, and they're huge!  She has pictures of them in her purse, with
her daughter, and several friends of hers, on this big trip they went on to
Cancun and Cozumel.  I showed her pictures of my friends in Florida that I
stayed with last year, and we spent that whole hour and a half talking
about tanning, and suncoasts, and those stupid hospital gowns, and even her
failed marriage and mine, god how similar they are.  I nodded once while
sitting there and opened my eyes and there she was, just sitting, looking a
little concerned, but not worried.  I think I made a friend, and I hope its
a good one!