Guess That Is How I Know You - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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March 3, 2016
The migraines were getting worse, I could no longer manage to drive, because of the sudden waves of dizziness, so Amy has been staying at my place for the past two weeks—to which she claims not to be a problem, seeing as now she can sleep in and still get to campus in time, also she gets to drive my car whenever we have to go to campus or we need to go somewhere, like my doctor's appointment this afternoon.
Professor Bailey was right, her name did do the trick when I called to schedule a face to face with Doctor Myers.
When I first called and asked her assistant for the closest appointment date with the doctor, she said there was an opening around August. Like I could last until then.
I remember saying something along the lines, "Look, I'm not sure if it makes any difference, but I got this number from Cecilia Bailey," and that was all it took.
The next thing I heard was the voice of the doctor herself, "Hi, Miranda here, Ceci said she had a friend calling for an appointment. I'm so sorry, but I only managed to clear a spot for you next week. How does Thursday at two sound to you?"
And that was how Amy ended up running like a crazy person around my place trying to get dressed in time so we would not be late.
On the drive to the clinic Amy was still pretty much astonished, "Tell me again how you were able to get an appointment with Miranda Myers in just under a week?" that was all Amy could talk about since I told her this morning that she would have to drive me to the doctor.
According to Amy—whose father is a brain surgeon—Miranda Myers is one of those A-list doctors, "I told you already, we have someone in common," I did not feel comfortable telling her Professor Bailey was that someone.
The professor had called in a favor to help me out and to do so she had told the doctor we were friends, even though I was aware it was not the case. It was quite clear she had only used the term friend because it was easier than explaining to someone, an actual friend of hers—or so I imagined—, that I was her student slash neighbor.
"That oughta be one hell of a someone then, because Doctor Myers is the best on her field," I was glad Amy did not pressure on the topic any further.
We did not have to wait more than 10 minutes before Doctor Myers—a brunette with tanned skin and deep brown eyes—showed up on the waiting room calling for my name with a charming smile and a nod for me to follow her to her office. Amy followed me suit as she got closer to my ear to whisper, "That's crazy, she is like an older version of you."
Once we got to the door, the doctor was awaiting us holding the door open, she extended her hand to us, to which I took it first, "I take it you are Remi," she said with the same smile, before turning to Amy with a curious look on her face "And you are?"
"That's Amy, she's a friend. I hope that's okay for her to come in with me?" I answered for Amy instead, "No problem at all, however you feel more comfortable. You are the patient after all." The older woman just did not seem to ever stop smiling.
Doctor Myers pointed us toward a couple chairs positioned in front of her desk as she took her seat on the other side of the desk.
Once the three of us took our respective seats, the doctor took a moment to examine my face before saying, in a rather casual tone, "Gosh, I'm sorry because I know I won't sound professional at all, but Ceci was right, you look remarkably like myself when I was your age."
I could see from my peripheral vision Amy trying to figure out who Doctor Myers was talking about, but I squeezed her knee to refrain her from inquiring or saying anything at all.
A polite smile was all the answer the physician got from me, "Anyhow, what is it that brought you here today?" she seemed to have taken the hint, because her demeanor changed to a more professional one.
I told her all about my incessant migraines and how much it was affecting my day-to-day life, and then she went on to make some questions about my everyday routine to see if I had had any major distress that could be the focal point of my problem, or at least the reason for it to start in the first place.
After some talking, she figured it had something to do with my breakup at the end of the year, the lack of sleep and the bad habit of staying more than three hours without proper meals had contributed to the never-ending migraine loop I seemed to be in.
She demanded I went through some exams just to be sure, and prescribed pills that were supposed to help me sleep and said if I got proper sleep and ate every three hours, avoided caffeine and junk food, my migraine should stop in a few weeks.
She also said the pills were a long-term treatment and therefore I should go on with them for the next 8 months or so—which meant no alcohol all throughout the school year, just dandy! By the end she insisted I went back every two months for her to reevaluate my condition.
She accompanied us to the door, and I waited inside with Doctor Myers as Amy went to get the car, "Thank you, doctor, you most likely saved my school year," She laughed, I guess she was used to that kind of comment.
"Nonsense, you are going to do the important part, all I did was give you some minimal help. Call me if you feel any side-effects, okay?" The doctor said resting her hand on my shoulder as I nodded in response.
"Also, there is no reason for formalities, call me Miranda, any friend of Cecilia is mine as well," I did not know how to react to that, "You see... Cecilia and I... we just recently met, so I'm not so sure we are all that close, I think she just felt pity on me for my situation. I'm incredibly grateful to the both of you though."
She smiled as she shook her head to my statement, "Trust me, with Ceci she either loves you or she doesn't care about you at all, there are no gray lines with her, if she says you're friends, then it's because that's how she sees it." I did not think she was right on that one, but I let it pass as I head the honk of my car and saw Amy waiting for me outside.
We said our goodbyes and the doctor told me she wished to meet again in better circumstances.
The ride home consisted of Amy and I bickering about who Ceci was and why I never mentioned her to Amy, I kept trying to avoid the subject, but I knew it was no use, Amy wouldn't stop until she got her answer.
Lucky for me however, the drive home was surprisingly fast, which gave me at least a few more hours before she could harass me for answers again because while I was staying home, Amy still had one more class that day, and after that she would have to drive to the drug store to buy my migraine medication.
As I walked from the sidewalk to the inside of the building, I could feel the warm sunlight on my face and for the first time in two months it did not bother me half as much.
Once the door to the elevator opened the first thing I saw, or better yet, the first creatures I saw where a pair of girls, one looked to be around four, and the elder seemed about sixteen, they were arguing over something I could not figure out and they did not seem to notice me as they were blocking the entry.
The second thing I noticed really startled me though, for the past week we had not crossed paths around the building, which was a blessing considering Amy and her nosy self were around.
"Girls, I told you already, pay attention to your surroundings, you two are blocking the way," The professor said in a motherly tone, and the girls went to a different side each, allowing me to pass.
"Now, what do we say?" She gave the two of them a warning look, "I'm sorry, Miss." The younger one said in an adorable way, but the teen, well, that was a different story, she was clearly a troublemaker.
"You are not our mother. You don't have to listen to her Sophie," Said the older one in an outburst, Cecilia seemed hurt by the comment but tried to mask that as the small one, Sophie, started crying and asked to be held.
We did not really exchange any words as the door opened on her floor and the three of them left the elevator, but not before Cecilia mouthed an overly apologetic, I'm sorry my way to which I just nodded dismissively.
One more awkward encounter.
She did not look old enough to be a mother to a teenager, and I never noticed a wedding band on her finger, so that, along with the teen's upheaval, got me assuming they were probably fruits of her current partner, whoever that might be.
I did not waste much of my energy thinking about that because the second my head hit the pillow I was out and remained that way until I heard the front door opening and Amy's voice announcing she had bought my pills.
"Now, you gotta tell me who this Ceci person is, pretty please. I'm your best friend!" She pleaded in a pitchy voice and I knew I did not have the strength nor the patience to fight her on that.
I ended up telling her about Professor Bailey's car ride the week before and how she had given me the contact to Miranda's clinic.
She seemed baffled by the whole thing and as we were sitting cross-legged over my bed, she hit my thigh a couple of times for not telling her sooner.
I then remembered the elevator incident and decided I did not want to be hit again if she ended up finding out, "Since you portray your love for me in such affectionate manners. Earlier when you dropped me off, I ran into Professor Bailey and her two minions on the elevator."
I told Amy how it all seemed incredibly stressful to her and awkward to me, and she was just as shocked about the kids as I was.
The rest of the night was spent with pizza and a ton of papers to write from almost every single one of our classes.
So now, even though I want to stay up and write more about my day seeing as I am finally done with my papers, Amy will not let me because she's screaming at me about how Doctor Myers has emphasized on the need to have a sleeping schedule in order for the medication to work on its best.
Remi
No gray lines, she said. That just serves to show how much of you she never got to know.
The migraines were getting worse, I could no longer manage to drive, because of the sudden waves of dizziness, so Amy has been staying at my place for the past two weeks—to which she claims not to be a problem, seeing as now she can sleep in and still get to campus in time, also she gets to drive my car whenever we have to go to campus or we need to go somewhere, like my doctor's appointment this afternoon.
Professor Bailey was right, her name did do the trick when I called to schedule a face to face with Doctor Myers.
When I first called and asked her assistant for the closest appointment date with the doctor, she said there was an opening around August. Like I could last until then.
I remember saying something along the lines, "Look, I'm not sure if it makes any difference, but I got this number from Cecilia Bailey," and that was all it took.
The next thing I heard was the voice of the doctor herself, "Hi, Miranda here, Ceci said she had a friend calling for an appointment. I'm so sorry, but I only managed to clear a spot for you next week. How does Thursday at two sound to you?"
And that was how Amy ended up running like a crazy person around my place trying to get dressed in time so we would not be late.
On the drive to the clinic Amy was still pretty much astonished, "Tell me again how you were able to get an appointment with Miranda Myers in just under a week?" that was all Amy could talk about since I told her this morning that she would have to drive me to the doctor.
According to Amy—whose father is a brain surgeon—Miranda Myers is one of those A-list doctors, "I told you already, we have someone in common," I did not feel comfortable telling her Professor Bailey was that someone.
The professor had called in a favor to help me out and to do so she had told the doctor we were friends, even though I was aware it was not the case. It was quite clear she had only used the term friend because it was easier than explaining to someone, an actual friend of hers—or so I imagined—, that I was her student slash neighbor.
"That oughta be one hell of a someone then, because Doctor Myers is the best on her field," I was glad Amy did not pressure on the topic any further.
We did not have to wait more than 10 minutes before Doctor Myers—a brunette with tanned skin and deep brown eyes—showed up on the waiting room calling for my name with a charming smile and a nod for me to follow her to her office. Amy followed me suit as she got closer to my ear to whisper, "That's crazy, she is like an older version of you."
Once we got to the door, the doctor was awaiting us holding the door open, she extended her hand to us, to which I took it first, "I take it you are Remi," she said with the same smile, before turning to Amy with a curious look on her face "And you are?"
"That's Amy, she's a friend. I hope that's okay for her to come in with me?" I answered for Amy instead, "No problem at all, however you feel more comfortable. You are the patient after all." The older woman just did not seem to ever stop smiling.
Doctor Myers pointed us toward a couple chairs positioned in front of her desk as she took her seat on the other side of the desk.
Once the three of us took our respective seats, the doctor took a moment to examine my face before saying, in a rather casual tone, "Gosh, I'm sorry because I know I won't sound professional at all, but Ceci was right, you look remarkably like myself when I was your age."
I could see from my peripheral vision Amy trying to figure out who Doctor Myers was talking about, but I squeezed her knee to refrain her from inquiring or saying anything at all.
A polite smile was all the answer the physician got from me, "Anyhow, what is it that brought you here today?" she seemed to have taken the hint, because her demeanor changed to a more professional one.
I told her all about my incessant migraines and how much it was affecting my day-to-day life, and then she went on to make some questions about my everyday routine to see if I had had any major distress that could be the focal point of my problem, or at least the reason for it to start in the first place.
After some talking, she figured it had something to do with my breakup at the end of the year, the lack of sleep and the bad habit of staying more than three hours without proper meals had contributed to the never-ending migraine loop I seemed to be in.
She demanded I went through some exams just to be sure, and prescribed pills that were supposed to help me sleep and said if I got proper sleep and ate every three hours, avoided caffeine and junk food, my migraine should stop in a few weeks.
She also said the pills were a long-term treatment and therefore I should go on with them for the next 8 months or so—which meant no alcohol all throughout the school year, just dandy! By the end she insisted I went back every two months for her to reevaluate my condition.
She accompanied us to the door, and I waited inside with Doctor Myers as Amy went to get the car, "Thank you, doctor, you most likely saved my school year," She laughed, I guess she was used to that kind of comment.
"Nonsense, you are going to do the important part, all I did was give you some minimal help. Call me if you feel any side-effects, okay?" The doctor said resting her hand on my shoulder as I nodded in response.
"Also, there is no reason for formalities, call me Miranda, any friend of Cecilia is mine as well," I did not know how to react to that, "You see... Cecilia and I... we just recently met, so I'm not so sure we are all that close, I think she just felt pity on me for my situation. I'm incredibly grateful to the both of you though."
She smiled as she shook her head to my statement, "Trust me, with Ceci she either loves you or she doesn't care about you at all, there are no gray lines with her, if she says you're friends, then it's because that's how she sees it." I did not think she was right on that one, but I let it pass as I head the honk of my car and saw Amy waiting for me outside.
We said our goodbyes and the doctor told me she wished to meet again in better circumstances.
The ride home consisted of Amy and I bickering about who Ceci was and why I never mentioned her to Amy, I kept trying to avoid the subject, but I knew it was no use, Amy wouldn't stop until she got her answer.
Lucky for me however, the drive home was surprisingly fast, which gave me at least a few more hours before she could harass me for answers again because while I was staying home, Amy still had one more class that day, and after that she would have to drive to the drug store to buy my migraine medication.
As I walked from the sidewalk to the inside of the building, I could feel the warm sunlight on my face and for the first time in two months it did not bother me half as much.
Once the door to the elevator opened the first thing I saw, or better yet, the first creatures I saw where a pair of girls, one looked to be around four, and the elder seemed about sixteen, they were arguing over something I could not figure out and they did not seem to notice me as they were blocking the entry.
The second thing I noticed really startled me though, for the past week we had not crossed paths around the building, which was a blessing considering Amy and her nosy self were around.
"Girls, I told you already, pay attention to your surroundings, you two are blocking the way," The professor said in a motherly tone, and the girls went to a different side each, allowing me to pass.
"Now, what do we say?" She gave the two of them a warning look, "I'm sorry, Miss." The younger one said in an adorable way, but the teen, well, that was a different story, she was clearly a troublemaker.
"You are not our mother. You don't have to listen to her Sophie," Said the older one in an outburst, Cecilia seemed hurt by the comment but tried to mask that as the small one, Sophie, started crying and asked to be held.
We did not really exchange any words as the door opened on her floor and the three of them left the elevator, but not before Cecilia mouthed an overly apologetic, I'm sorry my way to which I just nodded dismissively.
One more awkward encounter.
She did not look old enough to be a mother to a teenager, and I never noticed a wedding band on her finger, so that, along with the teen's upheaval, got me assuming they were probably fruits of her current partner, whoever that might be.
I did not waste much of my energy thinking about that because the second my head hit the pillow I was out and remained that way until I heard the front door opening and Amy's voice announcing she had bought my pills.
"Now, you gotta tell me who this Ceci person is, pretty please. I'm your best friend!" She pleaded in a pitchy voice and I knew I did not have the strength nor the patience to fight her on that.
I ended up telling her about Professor Bailey's car ride the week before and how she had given me the contact to Miranda's clinic.
She seemed baffled by the whole thing and as we were sitting cross-legged over my bed, she hit my thigh a couple of times for not telling her sooner.
I then remembered the elevator incident and decided I did not want to be hit again if she ended up finding out, "Since you portray your love for me in such affectionate manners. Earlier when you dropped me off, I ran into Professor Bailey and her two minions on the elevator."
I told Amy how it all seemed incredibly stressful to her and awkward to me, and she was just as shocked about the kids as I was.
The rest of the night was spent with pizza and a ton of papers to write from almost every single one of our classes.
So now, even though I want to stay up and write more about my day seeing as I am finally done with my papers, Amy will not let me because she's screaming at me about how Doctor Myers has emphasized on the need to have a sleeping schedule in order for the medication to work on its best.
Remi
No gray lines, she said. That just serves to show how much of you she never got to know.
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