When the clinic opened this morning, RC had me in the waiting room, drinking juice and awaiting answers. I have bronchitis, says my Doctor. And asthma.
I've been put on a powerful antibiotic and given two different types of Ventolin puffers to keep my airways open. It's a scary feeling not being able to draw a breath or catch my breath, suddenly.
I'm glad to have a diagnosis, though now I just want to be cured.
RC is pleased at my being sick, in an odd sick twisted sort of way. He's a medical professional, and having "his very own patient at home" is something that makes him happy. The stethoscope is next to the bed and it has nothing to do with us playing doctor and everything to do with him caring for me, which is what he does best.
Jennifer ... Vancouver's Sex Educator, Sexuality Coach and Activist. The content of this blog is not suited for those under the age of 18. What you'll find here is a written account of my personal journey in sex positive culture both personally and professionally.
