There are aliens in the front yard

Maybe I expect too much.

I want the people in my life, if I tell them there are aliens in the front yard, to believe me. Believe that I wouldn't make something up, believe that it's not my imagination, believe that I'm not lying.

I can't even get them to believe me when I say one thing and a Nurse Practitioner, after a cursory 3 minute office visit, says something else. I can't even get them to listen.

But hey, I'm sure she knows my body so much better than I do.