One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 21: Nothing personal

His chair squeaked as he shifted the weight of his tall frame on the doctor’s stool.  Sitting across from him and beside my baby girl who was in her carseat, I felt at ease about my appointment.  It’s always conversational and comfortable there. “Medicine isn’t what you think it is, Jessica.  It’s a business, nothing personal.  Strictly business,” he conveyed. …

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