I'm still itchy, and no sure whether to be patient or call the doctor back and ask. I'm much better, but I'd like some reassurance, but that wars with my feeling embarassed about maybe being seen as a big fat baby, and I can't make up my mind. Be an idiot and call or worry. Hummm. It's a tough choice.
Why is it so hard for me to call the doctor? It could be my stoic upbringing: no whining no sympathy. It could be paranoia about my health, as I have plenty of that to go around. It could be needing more sympathy than I get, as my husband is not a nurturing sort of guy. He tends to be pretty self absorbed unless you wave flags or get angry.
It's just an ity bitty phone call. Will I do it? Evidently not until I agonize some more. After all, that's my M.O.
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