i think people are generally attune to their bodies. i could tell you what i think is going on with mine. a doctor could read me results off a page and give me his most informed opinion, but i am not surprised. or upset. or relieved. initially, i am not anything.
my reaction (or lack thereof) is handled the same way i would attack something at work -- nodding in understanding, methodical, matter-of-fact. process, process, process.
do i have any questions? no, why would i? after all, i knew all along.
like clockwork, i gather my things, handle the co-pay. out in the waiting room, i see a sea of faces. an elderly man locks eyes with me, and for a second i wonder if he can read my face. because not even i would know what it says.
i flee for the door... and there i run into the real world.
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