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. …Continue reading "One Hundred Days with Hashimoto’s. Day 21: Nothing personal"