Does Your Doctor “Get” You?
So I’m at a restaurant, about to order my favorite salad with a slight twist: I’ve decided to top it with grilled salmon instead of my usual grilled chicken and my husband peeks over the corner of the menu and says, “Danger, Will Robinson!”
I smile wryly, content with the instant connection we have. No further words are needed. And if our ages separated us more than 7 1/2 years, I might not have “gotten” him. (more…)