Chapin City Blues

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Doctors

  • Stick to a subject

    The heart clinic is small, filled with the elderly. I’m the youngest person there. It makes no sense, but heart conditions aren’t discriminative. Like bullets, they can’t tell age or sex. I’m nervous, but half of me already expects a clean bill of health. I’m also hungry. The two do not mix well. It’s been Continue reading

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  • Appt for Wednesday

    Well called the doctor guy and scheduled an appointment for Wednesday. Most of yesterday, I was doing well until the dreaded trip to the Dollar Tree where I started tensing up again. Another sign that leads me to believe that it’s just a panic attack. Still, I don’t like taking chances. The cost of the Continue reading

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  • Gonna have to see a doctor

    I’m no longer certain they’re panic attacks. By the descriptions I’ve read, they’re aren’t heart attacks, either. There’s a laundry list of things they could be, but which of them is what I have, I cannot be certain. The thing is, do I go to the doctors and spend money I don’t have and find Continue reading

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