You’d think as someone who has multiple chronic illnesses and whose part-time job is basically attending doctor’s appointments, it would get a little easier over time.
But somehow, it hasn’t. Each and every time, I’m anxious. As I sit there waiting for the doctor to come in, I feel viscerally activated, my body primed for battle, which doesn’t seem to make sense.
Isn’t this someone who is going to help me? But here’s the thing. This hasn’t always been my experience. And my history with doctors tells a different story.