When I woke up at Mace's yesterday morning I knew something in my body was just not right. Taking a shower helped a little, and I let the water hit my chest for a long time. I drew our initials inside a heart on the mirror before I remembered, and then wiped us away.
Leaving a note for Mace I left at 8:15 and went to the good walk-in clinic. I told the intake nurse I was having a hard time breathing. Partially because it was true but partially because I know it makes you priority over someone with a splinter, or a druggie trying to get drugs by saying he has a hernia.
They told me to come back at 1:15 and that this doctor usually ran early. There was a Starbucks a block away and I had a book. The girls behind the counter weren't, so I helped myself to two biscotti and took over a chair for the next three hours.
He was 45 minutes early - I was glad I wandered back when I finished my book. He asked how long I've been sick. Said he wanted to do a chest x-ray. I shook my head.
"You don't want an x-ray?"
"I just don't feel like we're in an x-ray place, you know?"
"No, I don't, actually."
He was nice about it. I guess people refuse tests a lot or something. Writing me four prescriptions (one for an inhaler), he said I have bronchitis. I asked if he had any samples, and followed him when he went to get them.
"Unfortunately I don't have any jeans to give you," he tried to joke. Grownups always like to think they're funny. They think it means we're connecting or something. They don't realize we're humoring them, that they're never funny when they try.
While his head was in the supply closet I considered the night before. "I was kissing a boy yesterday. Do you think I gave him bronchitis?" He turned to look at me.
"Were you doing anything else with him?"
"No. But my friend did. After me."
The doctor waved his hand, said if they get sick, they can come see him. I didn't notice until I got home that night and dumped out my bag that he'd tossed in condoms too.
4 comments:
good guy. well maybe not the trying to be funny part, but giving you condoms without forcing a big discussion on you about what to do and what not to do.
what happened with josh since valentine's day? i'm bewildered. saturday's post sounded kind of scary. i have to remember you're sixteen and can take care of yourself. but sometimes i wonder how tough or reckless you really are. and i think i have no idea how the life of a teenager really is in these days.
Yeah...fill us in on what happened with Josh...last we heard you were so happy...
I have to second what Bine said - fill us in on Josh and yea, kinda wild & reckless, but yea, 16. 8-)
Fill us in!!!!
Your writing has definitely changed. What has made you change so much in such a short amount or time?
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