**3: Physical Examination**
***|Friday, 4th week since moving in***
I woke up a bit late this morning around 9. I didn’t feel like going for a jog today and I’m not sure why, I guess it’s just one of those days when doing nothing is the best thing to do.
Considering the surge of patients I met this past two weeks, I thought this maybe my body asking me to take the day off.
I stared at my phone for a few minutes as I sit on the edge of our bed. Honestly and embarrassingly waiting for Paige to message me. For what reason, I don’t know. I didn’t text her either. I don’t know what I was expecting.
I haven’t seen her since their first swimming lesson two weeks ago. I had fully booked clinic schedules during two subsequent Saturdays after that. I didn’t see her during my jogs either as I even have to squeeze my runs at evenings. I’ve talked to her through text twice to let her know that I won’t be able to supervise their lessons. But that’s it.
I knew I shouldn’t worry, but something in me did.