Anyways, I've liked my internists. Which is part of why IMA couldn't keep me. The counselors office and the internist became safe zones. I was either there or at home. I need to stay the hell way from memorial. They hate my guts. I could have gone elsewhere. Maybe accountability is overrated. The old internist tried to protect me. But I was making people nervous.
Now I have the new one. She reminds me of my old friend. She doesnt say much. The staff says plenty. They like giving me those ekgs. Checking my BPs. I never see the male doctor, I just know he's there. I can tell from the way they act. Nervous and all concerned about appearances and distances. I like that its called family medicine. I swear she hardly says a word but she chooses so carefully. I'm not sure she's ever smiled. Very delicate and precise. Detailed records. Mostly stops meds that mip starts. She's pretty. The receptionist seems to find me irritating. I'm not always timely but I don't like to be there long. I tend to make people nervous. I think I met two nurses. One is rather cheerful and pretty. The other seemed more anxious. Unlike IMA and the allergist, I haven't actually asked to hug anyone. But I seem to have developed a reputation. Oh he's good with words... maybe too good. Side effect of education. Yeah I've been spending a lot of time with women. Tired of the male God complexes. Narcissists. The few, the proud, the inordinately stuck up. Drive me nuts. Literally.
So now the liberals are starting to hate me and the conservatives seem slightly relieved but nervous. And I've been contacting state and federal agencies. Because I'm too pissed off to shut up and too strong to die. The liberals will find me though. I know they're looking. They won't shoot me they'll just medicate. I like nurses. They find the middle ground. They avoid extremes. But the obsession with hemp products enrages me. The internists haven't mentioned it.
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