“Addy, my assistant, will be in with your homecare instructions and follow up recommended scheduling.”
“Merci.” Octave warmly grins during his English translation. “Thank you, Doctor Blanc.”
“Of course,” is retorted prior to my exiting the room.
Unfortunately, the plan to hide in my office for a mere moment of reprieve is immediately thwarted courtesy of April who needs a minute to quietly vent about the teenage ballerina that doesn’t understand how it’s possible for us to know she’s bulimic and what exactly the legal course of action is that’s she’s required by law to execute.
Post her is Becca who is very uncomfortable with the barely legal water polo player that keeps making crude gestures at her, which leads to me having to have a very loud, verystern,conversation regarding ethics of my practice that ends in him storming out.
And just when I think I’ve finally landed the ability to catch my sanity Sybil reminds me that I’m covering the Dalvegan game tomorrow night while she assists.
Likethathad slipped my mind.
Ofallthe fucking things I could possibly forget, that isn’t one of them.
I haven’tphysically seenmy boyfriend in person since the Friendsgiving nightmare and have barely received more than our daily text check ins since they started the road campaign.
And our daily check-ins?
Painfully. Short.
Like here’s thirty seconds of a trailer to see if you want to give this show a shot type of short.
Tomorrow will be the first time we’ve even been under the same roof.
Which isn’t my fault!
Okay.
It isn’tcompletelymy fault.
But like…
Maybe it is?
Maybe it isn’t?
Maybe I’m totally in the wrong.
Or maybe he is.
Ugh.
This absolutely qualifies as a phone a bestie debate; however, Idon’twant to talk about this shit with Aly or Kira – who we managed to convince that night that weweren’tfighting when we clearly, we were.
Or were we?
Are we?
Frustration lands on my shoulders at the same time I dramatically flop into my office chair.
I want a coffee.
I want a peppermint mocha with homemade whip cream and crushed candies on top.
I want someone to bring it to me because they know it’s cold outside and I’m too busy to leave and would really appreciate a pick me up because it’s my winter favorite.
And by someone I – of course – mean Jukes.
