About twice a year in a fit of panic I schedule doctor’s appointments for every conceivable thing I believe is wrong with me and then spend a couple of days 2 months later explaining to doctors: when I made the appointment, I (insert ailment here) . This morning I had an appointment with the dermatologist– which I scheduled in the mist of an acne outbreak most likely due to the change in weather and my new found ability to make-out whenever I wanted. Or as I perceived it, the fact that I will have the skin quality of a kid going through puberty for the rest of my life.
He informed me that 50% of adult women experience some form of mild acne and prescribed me no less than 4 medicated solutions. Plus 1 for my now moderately infected bike accident wound– which started oozing gross things this morning. I actually thought was very considerate of my wound to do so when I was conveniently in the dermatologist waiting room. Let’s hear it for having health insurance!
1. I ran over a crab on my bike in Costa Rica. Oddly, it is the second animal I’ve ran over with my bike. I hit a squirrel dead-on in college. We both swerved in the same direction and the poor thing got crushed. Running over a squirrel is both kind of squishy and kind of gross.
2. I’m a big city biking gal. I’ve been doing it long enough that I can say with confidence I will not hit your person when I make the decision to bike on the sidewalk– which is trying because pedestrians don’t walk straight. It’s ridiculous the amount of stumbling around they do. If I didn’t know better (because it is 8:30AM and they are wearing suits) I’d think everyone was drunk and/or just learning how to walk.
I also love it when pedestrians see me, panic and stop moving. You’re far easier to hit as a still target, rather than a moving one. Keep moving, yo! I swear I’m not going to hit you. (I’ve only come close once, but my breaks weren’t working properly. Instead of hitting the nice business woman, I just bailed.)
3. Conversation with the elderly accountant in my office this morning–
Accountant: Did you have a nice bike ride in this morning?
Me: I did. [How does he know I bike to work?] Did you see me biking?
Accountant: Yes. Why were you biking from NW? I thought you lived SE.
[I spent the night forcibly making K watch “Grease”. Which is obviously the best movie in the history of the world. He did not agree.]
Me: Um…I stayed at a…friend’s house? [Smile. Walk away.]
A very happy birthday to my Costan Rican companion! I wanted so badly to bring her back a stray beach dog and/or baby monkey for her birthday present, but was afraid I’d get detained and arrested at U.S. Customs.