Post 192: Recovery, and some Interlude Texts
Added 2021-07-27 14:00:07 +0000 UTC
As luck would have it, I’d felt better basically as soon as Melissa showed up at the hospital, coming to my side in the bathroom where I’d been retching for nearly an hour. I’d said I’d felt good enough to try to finish seeing my patients there, but she more or less insisted I leave with her. Vida was there already, taking care of things on the floors for me.
“Mama knows best,” she’d giggled, helping me straighten my collar after I stood, causing my loins to lurch.
Rather than spending the car ride back to work complaining, talking about the construction, how my apartment now seemed like just a little upstairs extension of Melissa’s office, I had just closed my eyes and tried to relax. Melissa’s white BMW was nice, a benefit of the modeling money she’d made in years past. Soft leather seats. She chatted idly to me as I recovered, suggesting some deep breathing which actually did make me feel better still.
“I’m not wearing too much perfume, am I?” she’d asked.
“No,” I’d replied, “it’s nice.” The more of it, in fact, that I breathed in, the better I felt.
As the day went on, back at the office, I’d gradually felt more and more normal. Still though, I wasn’t hungry. It was now after 8pm, I was done with my schedule, some paperwork, and hadn’t eaten much of anything all day. A cup of coffee I’d made myself around lunchtime had tasted bitter and gross. From the groceries Josie had brought me I tried fixing a salad for dinner in my meager little kitchen, but found it unappetizing and sad. I had settled on a glass of milk and had just sat down with my phone to check Melissa’s IG - she’d said she’d start posting some more old modeling pics - when her text came through…
“Hiii there...you shud see the updates Marisela did to the website…”
fuck me...
