Lydia let him take her hand, which he shook gently, as if she were a dainty gentleman. “It’s perfectly understandable, Dr. Grigsby,” she replied. “It’s nice to make your acquaintance now, although I wish it were under more comfortable circumstances.”
“I as well,” the doctor agreed. “Can you explain your symptoms to me?”
Lydia discussed how nauseated she’d been feeling for the past week or so, how she’d been vomiting frequently, and then she began to mention the cramping sensation that had just begun earlier that day. “It feels almost as if I’m about to begin my monthlies,” she said in a quiet voice, a bit embarrassed to be talking about such things with her husband standing nearby, especially since the doctor himself was a complete stranger. “Is that normal doctor?”
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