Enemy

It was time.  I finally bit the bullet and found a local doctor so she could refill my medications.  It was disheartening enumerating my health history, my parents health histories & deaths, and their parents health histories & deaths.  No, maybe not disheartening.  Sobering.

When I confessed that I still drink sugar soda every workday at lunch for the caffeine to get me through the afternoon, she was having none of it.  “You’re your own worst enemy.”

Stipulated.

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