At long last, I have an appointment with a doctor who I’ve been hoping to have as my primary care provider for two years now. This March, I’ll have my first physical in years and find out if my metabolism has kept my cholesterol low or if I’m in danger of something bad, as well as anything else that may be wrong with me.

The hard part there is over. Just one more doctor to reign in, but the difficulty there is just picking up the phone and swallowing my pride.

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