It was a short drive down the interstate to my doctor's office. I am enamored with dad's car and try all the bells and whistles.
"Watch this!" dad said with a sly grin.
We were soon going 100 mph.
"I told you she can fly like a bat out of hell," dad said.
My doctor welcomed me into his office. I call him Kermit as he does look and talk like Kermit the frog.
"So, how are you and what have you been doing lately?" he asked.
"I've started walking now," I told him.
You could see a glimmer in his eye as he is very trim and fit; very exercise conscious.
"Walking releases endorphins and helps you to feel better. Blah, blah, blah," my doctor told me.
We talked a long time about my anxiety attacks. I want a cure and to just not maintain them with medications.
"We will continue to work on it," my doctor told me.
These visits wear me out so it was good to be headed home. I don't have to see him again for 2 months.