Sitting at work, reading protocol amendments, thinking about updating the informed consent form for our patients...and suddenly there is a tear on the paper. Looked around to make sure no one was crying over my shoulder because surely it didn't come from me! I'm fine today...a little tired, but fine. Apparently my mind disagrees.

What the heck? It's not night time, I'm busy. I look around my office and see on my calendar I have two doctor appointments this week. Really?? Is that what this is about? A new Muscular Dystrophy doctor and a new family doctor (decided when I told my family doc that when I cough I almost pass out and he responded, "that has to be bothersome. try not to cough so hard," it must be time to find a new doc. I've gone to him for almost 30 years). I don't even know how or why my mind wandered on it's own to worrying about the appointments. And now that I'm focusing on it, yes, I am worried. I told the last doctor that my face kept getting numb and he said he didn't see any deviation when I stuck out my tongue so everything is fine. I don't want this one to just blow me off.

Forget it.