I circled the date on my calendar in red and gulped. I really didn’t want to do this, but I’d canceled once already and knew I needed to make this appointment.
Again. Ugh. I closed my eyes as my constant companion for the past 30 years of my life, nausea, barreled into my consciousness.
The date was two weeks away but already I felt a familiar feeling of dread and the telltale signs of a desperate need to hurl.
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