test case

I think I'm recovering.

The doctors, gleaming white smiles despite their stiff white coats
said I'm already 90% over you.

Probably the healthiest news I've had in years.
Dullness notwithstanding.

"It's almost miraculous," one chirped.
"Bloody unbelievable," chimed another.

Believe me, it was almost funny.

"From this day on, you'll have to watch your diet," the whitecoats spoke.
"No more sweetened memories for breakfast,"
"and certainly no more incredulous hopes for dinner."
"We'll put you on a diet of feigned pride for a few weeks,"
"months, if necessary."

"We'll see how you go."
"Come back next Friday."