Lately, when I've felt ennui or troubled, I've been reflecting on the situation of other people.
Like, though I don't make much money, I still make more money than many of the people I meet in everyday life, who are trying to raise families on minimum wage.
In a way, the hospital was nice, since it was like I was living my life in solidarity with other people, going to the same places that they do.
The next day, though, I thought that even that was a privilege, to have precautionary tests like I'm having, compared to the availability of medical care in so many other parts of the world.
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