“Hello. What seems to be the problem?”
“Doctor, I’m just not sure what’s wrong with me.”
You slept eight hours last night, but you’re still tired. It’s like you didn’t sleep at all. You tell the doctor about that niggling pain in your abdomen. He asks about food.
You tell him you hate things you thought you loved, and love things you thought you hated. And, worse than that, sometimes you just throw up in the morning for no apparent reason.
It’s all since that wild night when you weren’t as careful as you could’ve been…
You know what’s causing your symptoms. You know what’s happened.
The positive test you did last week probably gave it away.
So what on earth are you doing here, and why are you pretending to be uncertain?