say aahh...

Was eating udon at my favorite restaurant for lunch when my stomach began to hurt. In the past week or so, I've been having moments of extreme nausea and then vomiting only a little, as I'm walking, talking, eating, etc. I also found a lump under my chin that was tender to the touch and hurts when I look to my left. On my walk down from eating, I decided I'd go into my local CityMD and get everything checked out. I waited a long while in the waiting room when finally my name was called. The doc checked my blood pressure but we had to do it three times because I kept crossing my legs. She then gave me a cup and I forgot people still pee in cups so I had to ask her just to be sure that that was what I was supposed to do with it. I came back with the warm and fresh urine and thats when I noticed Friends was playing on the small T.V. next to my chair. She then took my blood and I stared at the fun medical poster instructing CPR or something, I forget, for the entire duration of the blood drawing. I thought about so many things in that period. I thought about going back to school, my friend Bella, about that one time in Montreal where R. and I sat on Mt. Royale and wrote down everyone we've slept with, and  I thought about Friends. Doc put the bandaid where she had stuck the little needle in and I looked at the two vials of blood she had filled. My blood looked so brown and orange like a dirty brick. I was disappointed that I didn't get to have the glamour of fainting while laying at a 45 degree angle with my limp arm out and a needle with a tube of my blood sitting on the metal tray next to me. I love that sort of posture and composition but I unfortunately don't faint when having my blood drawn. Doc then pulled out two chic and thin cotton swabs with pretty blue shafts. You know the procedure now... said Doc. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out and did not say aahh...

I left and ran into a girl I know who is engaged and moving to L.A. I took a photo of her because I might not see her for a while. I walked to the park and ran into a boy named Alec who has big lips and a voice so stoner-y that you would never believe he doesn't smoke weed. I told him I had just gone to the Doc because there was a literal lump in my throat and I had read online that HPV can turn into throat cancer rather often especially if you are a smoker. Do you have gonorrhea? I had gonorrhea maybe once or twice. As long as it's not hot down there you're good to go baby. I took a photo of him and kept walking to sit with Ethan by the basketball courts.

Loving my new routine of having a cappuccino between 4 and 6pm. It's really a nice way to slip into the evening.

kiss.
m.