"Maybe I should make an appointment with my doctor."
"For me?"
"You'll be home for four days, right?"
"Yeah, but you have to count travel time. Around the holidays?" I start to get teary.
"It would be easy for me to call her up and see if she has anything open. You need to get back on those prescriptions."
"Yeah, but those prescriptions require follow-up. I can't just see a doctor once and get drugs forever."
"Well, you could get follow-up."
"Not for months, though."
She went quiet. It was then that I realized she meant me to come home to stay.

I can't.