Day 52: Medicine
I'm so tired. It has been a long day. It started at 5:30 and I have not stopped for a minute.
My eyes don't want to stay open, but I must write something tonight. I could continue my story tomorrow, but for now, I just begin.
It went well, at first. A good interview. Too good if you ask me. But what do I know? Then meeting after meeting (even though I managed to miss my first one.
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Then, the doctor's call. Uncanny. This is how things are: doctors see you over the phone. By appointment. At least, there is no waiting. She has a kind voice, this doctor. Soothing. Agreeable. I trust her. We spoke about then minutes. She asked me a few questions, maintained my current dose, and filled my prescriptions. It was weird to know I would be seeing her. Who knows when we get to see a doctor again. Unless we get COVID-19 (something no one wants).
9:09
Canada cases 64,694
Deaths 4366
Recoveries 28,184
World cases 3,755,341
World deaths 263,831
World recoveries 1,245,413
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