It is a list, you know.

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Also, my knees are still howling.
Actual conversation:
"Oh fuck, my knees hurt," I sobbed.
"Well, yeah, it's gonna rain tomorrow," Adam said. "It's your arthritis."
No!" I stomped my foot. "I don't have arthritis. I can't."
"Yeah, you do," Adam said. "Just admit it. Go get the test and get it over with."
"I don't wanna! I don't wanna add it to my list! There is already 19 separate disorders on that list" I whined.
"Honey," Adam said, "It's not a checklist."
"It is to me," I said flatly. "To me and all my doctors. It's a piece of paper in my wallet."
"Fair enough," Adam said. "But you know I've had arthritic fingers since I was fourteen."
"I know," I said. "But I don't have arthritic knees!"
Adam gave me an exasperated smile.
"If I keep saying it, maybe it will go away?" I peeped.
"Joanna..."
"NO. I don't have arthritis. La la la la..."
"I love you..."
"My knees fucking hurt."
"Go take your Tylenol Codeine, sweetheart."
"Nnggghhh..."
I still can't face that test. I don't know why. And my knees won't stop hurting and that won't change anything.