Doctors Found Nothing—Until a Watch Repairman Told Me to Take It Off Immediately

normal.”

“She’s just scared,” I said.

“Maybe.” His eyes flicked to my wrist. “You’re still wearing the watch. Good. I’d hate for anything to happen to it.”

The next weeks blurred into a fog of specialists and worsening symptoms. By the fourth month, I’d lost thirty pounds. I could barely walk to the mailbox without needing to rest.

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