I believe I am getting sick, as my nose seems to be stuck on leak... Like a faucet not quite turned far enough to the off position. My back aches a bit and my cheeks are flushed, just a bit.
I decided to pummel my body with superfoods to boost my immune system - help me, help myself! After cups of tea with local honey, some pumpkin soup, and spinach salad, I decided to head to the store for some oranges. My body was craving vitamin C. I got out of my car and walked up to the door and a very large gentleman of questionable character stepped in front of me. He had a hat on and I noticed part of a stop and shop apron coming out of his bag. As we got closer to the door his right hand reached out of his pocket, an empty fifth of smirnoff vodka in hand, and thre it out. This man had clearly been drinking before work and unfortunately as the bottle hit the edge of the trash can he turned and saw me watching him. I walked in to the store and headed for the oranges, much to my demise he stood right in front of the ones I wanted. He struck up a conversation with a fellow employee and giggled ( most likely about the fact that he would be bagging groceries completely hammered) I stepped forward and he saw me, gave me a look and I walked away. I grabbed a plastic bag and filled it with four of the lame oranges closer to me and ran to the checkout line hoping not to be beaten.
Today, after a drive in the snow on my way to work, I settled in and saw a few patients- most of which were snarky, but I refrained from hitting. Around 11 I got a little hungry and sat down at my desk to peel the orange I had brought. I could barely get my fingernails in and through the skin to rip a piece off. It was like poorly glued wallpaper that you peel and comes off in minuature strips... Needless to say it took 20 min to peel this orange and another ten to get it to open into slices... I bit into it and although a mild sweetness, it was mostly bitter... Second bite there were seeds...
And at this point I was brewing. That damn alcoholic has ruined my life...
I get paged and walk into the room. I barely opened the door to see a rather portly girl of roughly 15 leaning down into the box of q-tips, grabbing a handlful and putting them in her mouth. I introduce myself and take a breath to compose my thoughts. She sits down, qtip sticking out the corner like a a cowboy with a toothpick. I put the phoropter in front of her face - to check her Rx and to give myself a moment to laugh silently but with facial expressions. The rest of her exam went fine. I decided not to embarrass her and bring up the qtip stealing-eating situation. Perhaps she has pica and felt the subconscious need for more fiber. Anyways, I was amused and it broke the orange funk. I'm going to stop at trader joes on the way home and pick up some organic oranges, and ill be damned if I run into someone doing lines of coke in the bread aisle or shots amongst the deli meat!
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