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April 2, 2007
Today I get up and go the see the doctor about my gut.
‘When did your mother go through menopause,’ he says. I’m not sure so I tell him, ‘I’m not sure.’ He asks me to lie on the table and he’ll examine my stomach.
‘I’m slightly bowel obsessed.’ I tell him. He doesn’t need to know this but I can’t stop myself from telling him.
He’s the kind of doctor who doesn’t say much so I fill the spaces, a trait I find irritating in others.
‘You need some blood tests.’ when I get down from the examination table.