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I had an insanely long and complicated anxiety dream last night that basically boiled down to, "The Zombie Apocalypse sucks for introverts, because it's not safe to be alone." Seriously, I could have coped with civilization ending, if only I could have had half an hour alone with a book somewhere.

Of course, what I'm actually anxious about is that I'm going to see a new primary care doctor today. It's actually very rare these days that I have a medical professional be horrible to me about my weight, but I still get nervous about it whenever I see someone new.

If this guy is horrible to me, I'll just never make an appointment with him again. (I also hope that I'll be brave enough to tell him so and explain why, but I can't guarantee that.)

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The new doctor turned out to be a tiny soft-spoken man who was not at all horrible. He seems very thorough, which I like. I think he can be my primary doctor, although he has yet to deal with me when I'm actually sick, which would be the real test.

Also, I have not developed any weird new medical conditions since I last saw a doctor, and all of my old medical conditions are being satisfactorily managed by their current treatment regimens. Yay.