not as sorry as i am.the doctor was not even going to come into the room to see her.carol slowly got up and walked out of the building.the blinding sun reminded her to retrieve her dark glasses.breathless and afraid , she made her way back to her car.carol didnt know what she was going to do , but she was sure that whatever it was , she was not going to be able to rely on her doctor.as long as he had been writing prescriptions , he had been her best friend.but the doctor was not going to be involved in her drug withdrawal.she had become too much of a liability , and he had washed his hands of her.shaking , carol put the key into the ignition.as she drove home , she feared having another attack.she crept slowly in the right lane , almost hugging the shoulder , while irate drivers went around her .