Friday, January 14, 2005

This morning I woke up restless. I rolled over and watched Chris sleep for a few minutes. I turned off my phone and tried not to make any noise as I scrounged through my bags for clothes so I could wander the house. Drove to my house for breakfast supplies: milk, bacon, eggs, cheese. Breakfast was almost ready when he woke up and walked into the hallway. "Beth, what are you doing?" he called. "...Nothing... Making breakfast... Are you hungry? You should be hungry. Get back in bed, mister." I turned to see his sleepy smile. He looks so cute with blonde bed-head and sleepies in his eyes, my beautiful lovie.
My doctor's appointment was this morning, and I sat in the waiting room for an hour, planning a quick escape but not moving. Here comes the nurse who tells me my accent is worse than hers. At least she's funny. I tried to pee in the cup she gave, but sprayed the bowl and my hand in the process. Wonder if that's enough for them to tell me I still have hematuria. The nurse leaves and I'm alone again. I take out my cards, and lose a game of solitaire, lay down on the paper-covered bed and close my eyes, waking up just in time for Dr. Welp to enter. She's short and old, with a kind smile and slightly beady eyes. Spreading my legs before Dr. Welp is never an easy task. She rambles on about her daughter, and asks the same questions each visit. Am I exercising yet? Do I still smoke? How were the holidays, and is school in my future? She inserts the speculum as I answer, and my voice jumps. I'm not sure if my appointment is over, though the worst part is, and I grab my things and run for the door. I'm a hit and run patient.


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