More & more I am trying not to rely on others for assistance in getting me places. I want to be as independent as I was before my accident.
But after my last recent trip to a doctor’s appointment, I’m going swallow my pride whole and ask for someone to give me a ride, now and then.
The appointment I had to go to was in Boston. A few years back when I was diagnosed with HIV , I was also diagnosed with HPV (Human Papailloma Virus) and I had to have a boil removed from my lower butt cheek, which I never followed up visit on. I decided to go by myself and take public transportation into the city.
When I was in the doctor’s office, it was determined that a biopsy needed to be done. So the procedure was completed and the doctor placed a gauze up my butt. He then proceeded to tell me the do’s & don’t’s I needed to follow for the next few hours. One of which was to leave the gauze up there & not to have a bowl movement. Which I thought would be easier said than done since I didn’t have anything to eat yet that day. Of course having the selective memory I do, I forgot about the extra large coffee I drank on the train into the city.
So while I was leaving the office, I decided that there was no way in hell I could go back on the train/bus combo and sit for the hour plus ride back home. So I decided staying off my ass Newbury St. was the better option. Naturally since it was a Tuesday, I stopped into Best Buy to see the new releases of DVD’s & CD’s.
I was probably in the store for a matter of 10 minutes when I had the bowl sensation. So after another 5 minutes of browsing I decided there was no way this could be held in for a couple hours. I quickly walked to the restroom only to discover you needed a combination to get in. So I hustled over to a group of employees for assistance and this perky yet ditzy female employee volunteered her service.
We made our way back to the restroom door. Of course she must of assumed the combination was the same for the Men’s room as well as the Ladie’s room. So she preceded to type in the combo over & over, while saying repeatedly out loud "Gee, I wonder why it’s not working."
Mind you I’m standing there trying to hold my temper & deposit in, all the while sweating, rolling my eyes back into my head & doing the "I Gotta Shit" Dance.
Finally I snapped and yelled, "Can you get someone else, please." See even when I’m upset I still mind my manner and say "please". So she did get a male employee to open the door. So when he got the door and opened it, it was really time to play "Beat The clock". I knocked both of them out of the way and ran in. Naturally I was going so fast that when I flung open the stall door it ricocheted off the wall and slammed into my face. However, I did make it! Unfortunately, I now had a big red mark on my forehead.
So with that little episode over I thought I was in the clear to take the journey by bus back to my parents’ house, where I was staying for the next few days.
Alas no!
It had been a while since I had taken "Luxury Line" bus route, that my Uncle Barry affectionately names it, through Revere & Lynn MA. All went well until we got out of Boston and made the stop at the Wonderland T station. This was the stop that the majority of passengers got on.
Naturally, being still uncomfortable form my procedure I was in no mood to be squished on a bus like a sardine.
Of course to make matter worse the gentleman that sat to my left reeked of booze. I think I even got a little shit face from the fumes. Unfortunately I could not turn away because the guy to my right of me evidently forgot to have his morning Wheaties because he proceed to spend the whole ride picking his nose and eating his findings.
So today’s lesson learned is for me to just swallow my pride and ask for help or at least ask for a loan so I can afford to hire a personal chauffeur.
tated previously, I am almost at the two-month checkpoint of not having a car or a licence. And being the independent white woman I am, I don’t want to depend on the kindness of friends and family to cart my lazy ass around. So I came up with the brilliant idea of dusting off the old 10-speed and bringing it back with me to Haverhill.
