After experiencing some rather epic, cardiac-esque spikes of anxiety this week, I wound up at my doctor’s office at 9 a.m. yesterday to do a (perfectly fine) EKG read and then to ask if I should invest in a Fitbit or any of that ilk. My beautiful wonderful doctor looked at me very seriously, looked back at my chart and its detailed documentation of years of neuroticism, and said, “Absolutely not.” Sometimes refusal is truly an act of care!
