Waiting

So I’m sitting in the doctor’s office as I type this and I feel a little nervous. I don’t know why though, its not like I’m expecting bad news or anything. I pretty much already know what we’ll discuss. A basic followup appointment.
Everytime I come to any doctor’s office I get nervous. Maybe it’s all those medical dramas or movies that I watch when they are sitting in the exam room waiting on the doc to come in and deliver some type of horrible news, or maybe I feel like he holds the keys to my future in that closely guarded medical record on his clipboard. Or maybe I’m just a punk when it comes to these type of things. I’m not sure what is it or what combination but I hate waiting and the silence in this room is deafening. The more I sit the better at it I become. Mind over matter, if you don’t mind then it won’t matter.
Lately my blood sugar levels have been in the normal range since they upped my dosages of insulin. Hopefully I can kick this insulin habit and my body will start to produce it on its own. We can all dream can’t we?