I hate when I get near the end of a book and I don't want it to be over.
I never felt sicker over a book than when I read The Way The Crow Flies.
I have White Coat Syndrome, by the way. That means I'm scared of doctors. I'm not sure why; I can't remember one ever being anything but nice. But they make my heart pound, and consequently most of my medical charts indicate concern over a very fast heart rate. Just watching them reach for the stethoscope sets my heart racing. In fact, it even happens at Shoppers Drug Mart when I put my arm in the little blood pressure cuff. Something about knowing it's being checked makes it go crazy.
I wrote to Y tonight. That was an odd thing to do.
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