Two days later she found herself in his office. She explained that she wasn’t sleeping, hadn’t been for weeks. He checked her over, telling her she looked run down. Her blood pressure was too high, especially for a woman her age. He was concerned. “You’ve always been the epitome of health,” he said. “My most in-shape patient.” “Like I said, Doctor, I haven’t been sleeping. I just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to nod off until the early hours of the morning. Then I’m woken up by the construction going on next door. Bastards are building a new condo. They make enough noise to wake the dead.” Using his computer, the man sent a prescription to Beth’s pharmacy, the days of prescription pads gone. “I want to see you again in two weeks, see if the pills are helping with your insomnia.” Beth assured him she would be back and that she would be okay.
