Thursday, February 3, 2011

When people are really good at what they do

After I heard my name called at the doctor's office, I mustered up the energy to walk through the door and wondered if the nurse thought I was a homeless person.  No bra.  Pajama pants.  Hair pulled back in a ponytail after falling asleep on a wet head.

He looked at me and said the usual greeting, "How are you?"

"Mmmm.  I'm.....I'm ok." I said with a completely pitiful face.

"Don't worry.  I'm here."

Didn't realize those two words could mean so much.

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