I Am Woman (Part 3)

continued from yesterday’s post

I drank a bottle of Gatorade last night and hoped I felt better in the morning. I really wanted to make it today’s meeting about infectious diseases in refugees (one of my favorite populations!)

I wake up at 7:00. I feel so fatigued but I get up. Okay, the pain is not too bad. And I don’t feel nauseous. So far so good. As I get ready, I feel it in my back.

Ugh. I walk over to CVS and buy a heatwrap. The only way I can survive today is by wearing that.

When I get back, I am right on time to leave. I call an Uber. It says it will take 10 minutes to arrive. Then Uber pool, which is supposed to be cheap, is actually $10. Seriously. I should have hit cancel right then and there. I keep refreshing, and suddenly there is no wait time. But an arrival time. I get confused. And I realize…THAT SOMEONE ELSE TOOK MY RIDE! I hit cancel immediatly and quickly request another Uber.

I can’t believe it. Now I am 20 minutes late. And I got charged for the ride SOMEONE ELSE took. My new Uber driver gets me and everything is going well. Until we have to -girls-girs-pain-Favim.com-1579388pick up another passenger. Who lives in a gated area and the security guard won’t let us in but the driver is so stubborn in picking up this passenger. This passenger finally comes out. Good lord. People can afford to live in a gated area where everyone has to go through security first should NOT be taking an Uber pool.

Now I am 30 minutes late. I sigh. I finally reach the state department and everyone is there. The two epidimiologists have began speaking, I spot my friend and colleague Susan and I wave. She gives me a sympathetic smile.

In the middle of the seminar, I feel really sick.

I get a text from Susan. “You don’t look well. I’ll give you a ride home.” Thank god. My Boston friends, are a lot more sympathetic than my Chicago friends were.

When the seminar ends, the Epidimologists asks if we’ll be staying for lunch. A few people say yes. Susan says “I have to go” and winks at me. Aw.

When we are out of everyone’s sight, she puts her hand on my arm. “Jesus Shaz. YOU WENT WHITE AT THAT MEETING. I was so nervous!”

I laugh.

“Seriously you lost all color. Does this happen every time?” she asks.

I frown and smile at the same time. “Yea”.

She makes a sad face. We have a nice ride home. She tells me about her date with a new fella and how she showed him a picture of us and he pointed to me and said “she looks like a model”. And Susan said “I know. You should see what she looks like in person”.

Wow. That is so sweet considering today I looked and felt like a pregnant whale.

I tell Susan hopefully I will feel better in time for our team bonding this weekend.

When I get home, I work on stuff for my boss and I finish early around 1:00. Ahh finally, a rest. On Sunday, I’ll have to get a head start on my three upcoming deadlines…but I’ll worry about it then 🙂

And your letters. Paul says I shouldn’t rush, but there’s so many ideas in my head I can’t wait!!

xoxo. S.

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2 thoughts on “I Am Woman (Part 3)

  1. I remember an old blog post of yours from maybe a year ago where you posted a picture of yourself in a dress – you looked like a model. I agree with mystery “fella”.

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