In every life there are moments that define us absolutely. Moments that stand out as amazing, embarrassing, ridiculous, tender, or painfully raw. And there are moments, both good and band, that cause us to halt, step away from our actual bodies, and identify exactly who we are.
I have one of those moments that I cannot reflect on without shaking my head.
Almost anybody could tell you that I’m practically a doctor. It’s in the genes. No, I didn’t go to Harvard. And no, I didn’t go to “medical school.” And yes, I did make Cs in high school chemistry. But have you met my mother? I dare you to get a malady that she can’t diagnose. Get sick in some weird way (normal ways are fine too; all the easier for her, really.), save the $100 your insurance will charge you, and call my mom.