I've seen her three
times now. The first was at the doctor's office. We are waiting in a
sort of haphazard line at the window where you arrange for referrals
or your next appointment. She is ahead of me, and this is annoying.
A lot of things
annoy me at the doctor's office. It's my age, I suppose. It's assumed
we get grouchier as we watch our youth fade and find it harder to
deny the alternative's approach. I am, anyway. I'm living up, or down
more accurately, to the standard assumption. It's worse at the
doctor's office because of all the reminders. The stink of latent
dread is everywhere, the more noticeable the older you are.
