Just back from the doctor's where I was given the all-clear...to continue taking the medication I've been experimenting with for the past couple of weeks. As I was about to leave he said...
"You're a journalist, aren't you?"
I am not. I am a kind of manager stroke administrator stroke glorified bookkeeper. My doctor has known me for thirteen years. He must know I'm not a journalist. Maybe the blogging is paying off at last and I give off the aura of one who earns his living by the written word.
"Well I suppose that can be stressful, can't it?"
"It's not too bad."
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