Can It Be Repaired?

I took it to my doctor’s office.  They called my name and I followed the nurse into the exam room.

“Good morning,” he said.

Me:     Hello.

Nurse: How are you?

Me:     Eh, I’m alright.

I fidgeted in my chair.

The nurse took my blood pressure and pulse.

“Normal.”

I smiled.  I was normal!

Nurse:   The doctor will be in shortly, he said as he left the room.

The doctor arrived rather quickly; always a good sign.

Me:     Doctor, do you see this?, I said, holding my hand over my heart. 

It aches.  Down to my bones it aches.

Dr.:     Any place else?

Me:     No, just here.

“Hmm,” he said, scratching his head.

Me:     Can it be repaired?

Dr.:     In time, the pain will lessen and eventually disappear.  How are you feeling now?

Me:     I think I’ll be okay.  I’m normal.