HillWhereIWillRest
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- Apr 21, 2020
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I went to a doctor yesterday afternoon. I made an appointment to talk about how I feel and ask for lab tests, it would be a quick consultation.
I've known him since 2018.
He told me a little about himself, how's his health, talked about his projects, some wishes, some disappointments with friends...
I was in a hurry to leave soon, but he was so excited talking about all his stuff. Seemed happy to see me again.
In a moment he told me that we could go out for a coffee and that he appreciates when I go to his clinic.
He's also professor and researcher and said that I'm more interested in health issues than some of his students.
I blushed, started to feel hot and anxious, almost panicked. I was wearing two masks, hope he didn't realize I was shy.
For a few moments I fantasized that I was an attractive, healthy, stable woman, that a man could be interested in me.
I checked his Facebook and didn't find photos of any girlfriend or wife.
I got home and felt stupid, remembered that I still live with my parents despite my age, that I have BPD, autoimmune diseases, that I'm more dead than alive, cannot work, I'm defective and broken and want to die.
No man in the world, knowing me for real, would want to be with me.
He's probably just another rich bachelor looking for fun. But why with me if I'm so sick? Did he feel sorry for me? Today he must be seeing other patients... And I'm here in bed sick and suffering from not having a decent life
I've known him since 2018.
He told me a little about himself, how's his health, talked about his projects, some wishes, some disappointments with friends...
I was in a hurry to leave soon, but he was so excited talking about all his stuff. Seemed happy to see me again.
In a moment he told me that we could go out for a coffee and that he appreciates when I go to his clinic.
He's also professor and researcher and said that I'm more interested in health issues than some of his students.
I blushed, started to feel hot and anxious, almost panicked. I was wearing two masks, hope he didn't realize I was shy.
For a few moments I fantasized that I was an attractive, healthy, stable woman, that a man could be interested in me.
I checked his Facebook and didn't find photos of any girlfriend or wife.
I got home and felt stupid, remembered that I still live with my parents despite my age, that I have BPD, autoimmune diseases, that I'm more dead than alive, cannot work, I'm defective and broken and want to die.
No man in the world, knowing me for real, would want to be with me.
He's probably just another rich bachelor looking for fun. But why with me if I'm so sick? Did he feel sorry for me? Today he must be seeing other patients... And I'm here in bed sick and suffering from not having a decent life