When the day of Dr. Kristen Iversen’s visit arrived, I woke up terribly sick. Between my fever and the number of antihistamines I took, I went through most of the day in a sweaty, lethargic, dizzy haze. While the smell of cherry cough drops rekindles a few memories, most of what I remember about that day comes from the notes I took. At least some part of me was clear-headed enough to make sure I could remember what stood out about getting to know Dr. Iversen for a day.
