i kind of hate going to the doctor. i have one of the greatest doctors ever, and i really like her. but there is just something about going to the doctor's office that freaks me out every time. first of all, it takes a lot to get me to actually go because i have to let things go pretty far before i actually make an appointment which means i am probably feeling pretty crummy. second of all, everyone there is SICK! today, for instance, there was this woman that was just hacking up a lung in the waiting room. i was trying not to stare and trying not to sanitize my hands in an obvious way - but it really felt like germs were shooting through the air trying to attack me.
i have this weird rash thing on my arm. i have had it for two months with no improvement when i've tried various creams and things on it. so i finally went and saw my doctor. she is completely perplexed by it. good news: she's not worried about it at all. the bad news: she thinks this huge blob on my arm is never going to go away. she thinks that it is not actually a rash and just some weird pigment deformation thing.
oh good.
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You could probably use it to share the Gospel!
"What's that weird rash on your wrist?"
"Oh, the HOPE tattoo on my palm? It's to remind me of the hope I have in Jesus!"
"Who's Jesus?"
And there you go. It's like a tract, but better :)
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