this morning, i woke up with the santa barbara brush fires in my throat.
it was a matter of time before i crashed....
normally, i'd let my body wage it's own war, but i have to be in tip-top shape for some business in nyc on tuesday
(oooh cross your fingers... you'd like this job. trust me. y'all would book your nyc trips in a lusty second).
so i did what any other 27 yr old female would do...
i made an appt. with my pediatritian, dr. wynn.
see, dr w and i go way back....we have an understanding. i only see specialists in nyc (you know, an ENT for a sinus infection. totally normal. ) and i don't have a primary care physician. so it's totally kosher for me to pop in for the random cold when i'm in o-town.
bad news: dr w wasn't in the office.
i rolled in anyway, walking past the jeering nurses (she's 27!!!!??? why is she HERE!?)
and onto the tiny scale (my feet didn't fit-and the weight was in kilos. how nice! ).
as i walked down the hall, i heard,
"IT'S CHRIS'S WIFE!!"
how embarrassing.... not only am i too old, but the PA mistakenly thinks i'm married.
me: no.... actually... i'm not....
thankfully, my mom interjected,
"yes! you saw the show? ellen! chris's wife! from miss saigon!"
oooh ... that.
ok. can chris's wife please have a z-pack?
photo by suss