The “Wellness Appointment” That Wasn’t About My Health
A few months later, Charles suggested a “routine wellness appointment.”
He made it sound sweet.
Responsible.
“We should be proactive,” he joked. “We’re not getting younger.”
Except the appointment wasn’t routine.
It was evaluative.
The doctor asked pointed questions about memory, comprehension, capability.
I answered clearly.
But I could feel it—the sensation of being measured against a standard I hadn’t agreed to.
Later, I learned Charles had spoken privately to the doctor first.
