She read the diary

Late, and writing anyway.

Asked the question I had been avoiding for eleven years. She answered it in about ninety seconds and was completely unbothered.

A menopause specialist and an honest conversation.

Left with a printout I could not read and no idea what to be worried about. Taking it to bloodwork-buddies on Thursday.

Took the diary in. She read it properly, which I had not expected, and changed the plan because of it.

She reduced one of my other medications. I asked her twice whether that was really allowed.

Sleeping, at last.