Day 8 of 21
I think today is a breakthrough day.
Andre, my subletter, came with his friend Linda to take me out for lunch this morning. While they were at the apartment I asked him to help me make an appointment with a doctor. Which he did.
With my appointment set for 5PM, they took me down the street for a fancy pizza lunch. We ate and talked for three hours. It was fantastique. It was so awesome to hang out, talk, laugh, eat, drink real coffee, and eat delicious chocolate.
Having people to talk to kind of cracked something open for me.
After lunch they showed me that I could buy cigarettes anywhere with the sign ‘Tabac’. And when Andre paid for lunch, he told me not to give him ‘sad dog eyes’ and that it was just money.
They left me with double kisses and I was on my way.
I made a Paris playlist for my iPod and I headed to Saint Germaine for my appointment with Dr. Milo. I was an hour early, so I exchanged currency, bought a notebook and two pens. Something’s changed.
Until today, hardly anyone has taken any notice of me in Paris. With my glasses on and my nervousness, people overlook me like I’m not even there. This afternoon, I didn’t wear my glasses and I listened to music while I walked and everything is different. People see me. It made me feel like I’d joined everyone in the real world. I graduated to attending Paris.
I had two cafe au laits at Deux Maggots as I waited for my appointment. It was so relaxing. I could have sat there for hours. I wrote so much today. I wrote two poems and pages and pages in two different journals and I could have gone on and on…
but the time came for my appointment.
I was referred to this doctor by Mary. And I think she’s kind of fancy because when Andre called for me, he asked on the side ‘is this Brad Pitt’s doctor??’ and then laughed. Her place was definitely fancy with these paintings assessing you at angles.
So after an hour, Dr Milo saw me. I’m totally crushing out on Dr. Milo. Holy canoli. She’s so French! And I don’t even know what that means. I felt like I was in a suspense movie starring Clive Owen. Her office was perfect. She asked me tons of questions and examined me thoroughly…and then she sat. And thought. And consulted her library. And peered at me over her fancy glasses. And clicked her tongue, and sighed. And then explained everything clearly to me:
I’m sick. And for the second time in two years, I could have hearing loss from an out of control ear infection. So she took a very aggressive approach after consulting her colleague ENT…..and the result is that I’m totally crushing out Dr. Milo.
No macaroons or chocolate today. But I did have chocolate cake for lunch. I have no idea what tomorrow will be. But I think I have things under control. See:
Paté and Heartbreak 