I don’t want to grow up
I had an annual check up with the doctor this morning and she had a young woman fresh from med school accompanying her. I was talking about how bad my hot flashes have been lately in my hormones’ last gasp on the dance floor. Then the heat got so bad I pulled my $2 fan from Chinatown out and fanned myself furiously. One of the nurses called to me, “can I have that fan?” – she said “my hot flashes are so bad I can’t sleep at night.”
Sleep, I said, who sleeps? To think we give up bad cramps every month for this! [We both laughed.]
The young doe-eyed intern whispered to my doctor, “I don’t want to grow up.”