I am certain… well almost certain
The doctor will be shocked by my symptoms
Surely unlike any seen before
I practice my blood pressure before I embark on the pilgrimage
Fully prepared to soften the stigma of my “white coat” pressure reading to the nurse - “It was 117/65 this morning”
She looks at me half believing
Thankfully my anxiety palpitations did not erupt
I vigilantly study every facial expression of the doctor - reading deeply into what I see - and don’t
I do my best to convince him… and me… that it’s really not that serious
It usually isn’t
Memento mori
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