“Are you going to the doctor?” My sister inquired. The covers were pulled over my head as I tossed and turned not wanting to get up. “Yes, I am going in a second!”I screamed. The door slammed and I could hear a soft mumble from her lips as she rushed down the stairs off to work. I don’t like living with her but her craziness smooths out my laziness. However she works these weird late night hours so I hardly even see her except for in the morning. The doctor, something that I was not overly thrilled about but I needed to go because a few weeks ago I started to have these sensations that were not allowing me to sleep. Some nights I would even wake up in a cold sweat and could barely go back to a state of rest. After a few minutes of tussling with the idea of going to the doctor, I decided to get up and go. I always fuss about what to wear but today I made it easy by just grabbing a pair of black jeans and a red crop top. My sister thinks a crop top on a big girl is insane but I have been watching a lot of You Tube lately and the fashion gurus say, “Fuck the rules!” I agree as I smile at my self in the mirror. No time to curl my hair so I slap some mousse through my black locks and put on my favorite black stud earrings. I looked back into my reflection to make sure everything was perfect and went out the door.
Even though the city is busy I drive everywhere because I love to gaze. No matter where I am, I seem to always find a store to go into or a park to walk through. Since I do most of my work at home, my day is free to do whatever I want. Sometimes I stop by the book store to chat with my friend Laura who always seems to direct me towards the romantic books. Then on some days I go get a scoop of my favorite ice cream which is butter nut caramel. I always seem to meet interesting people when I go in there which makes me come back for more. However just riding through the city brings a smile to my face because I see all kinds of people going on about their day. Some of them look like they’re in a hurry and others look disappointed. Although I am looking over the tall buildings, I almost forgot why I was riding around in the first place. I soon come upon 25th Lloyd street which is where my doctor is located. I park my car then proceed to go into the building already thinking about what I will do after the appointment.
After almost running into someone by the elevator, I arrive at the office of my doctor. The office is sleek and modern like something out of a magazine. The walls are grey and white with little specks of diamonds peeking out from the pattern. I filled out my name on the wait sheet then I sat down waiting for my turn. For a second I began to build some anxiety because I don’t know how to explain my symptoms without sounding all crazy. Thoughts rush through my head then she says, “Samantha the doctor will see you now,” I got up from the sturdy chair that hugged my butt and followed the nurse. She took me to a room, told me to undress and that the doctor should be in shortly. Taking my clothes off in front of a man is more terrifying to me than being at the doctor. As I unhooked my bra I began to think how this appointment would go and how should I explain my symptoms when a knock came to the door. Two knocks and the doctor came in a stood there frozen. I don’t know who is more shocked him or I but I knew this man is not my regular doctor.
Livia Flair 