Hey, Doc

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Call from my doc in the morning. One of the tests was iffy, so they wanted me to come back and test again and also treat me presumptively. And the appointment is with Schmerber. Naturally, I ran home, got cleaned up, and changed my shirt before heading over. I was on time for my appointment, which really means 15 min early, and wasn't even taken back until 15 min after. They're a busy, low cost clinic, so I'm good. Schmerber himself looks slightly different, though I can't put my finger on exactly how. He's a bit more aggressively trying to blur the lines between doctor and psychologist (you might remember he was originally a psych major before med school). I'm not here for it. I get that it's his job because it's his passion, but literally the worst way to make me open up is to make me think it's something you do for everyone. I'm not fucking everyone. I'm working on fucking everyone. I'm also no longer infatuated with Schmerber, though I'd absolutely still fuck him.

Finally home, I really should have gone to the gym or the store or a trick or almost anything. I almost did have a trick over, but he was hungover and begged off. A photographer from LA is going to Folsom and offered to let me stay in his hotel for free. I did *finally* manage to get my new scene cross-posted to FB. It's pretty popular.