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<\/span><\/p>\nNurse Jane pinpoints the area of concern, touching the same area again and parts adjacent to it to confirm that it is, in fact, the source of your ailment.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “It could be a number of things,\u201d she says. \u201cHave you eaten or drank anything out of the ordinary since it began?”<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “No, not that I can think of,” you say, your voice a lot hoarser than you remember it being.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Do you drink heavily?” she asks.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n This is Wisconsin. And you work at a bar. Define heavily<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Not really\u2026,” you say, the uncertainty obvious in your voice.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Do you drink more than once a week and about how much in that time period?”<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “I really only drink occasionally,\u201d you say. \u201cMaybe once or twice a month. Beer mostly. No more than a bottle each time.”<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n And that’s only really because you\u2019re broke. Like most adults your age, you\u2019d probably drink more if you weren’t so strapped for cash all the damn time.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n She simply nods. She rolls your top back down, and you can only assume she’s done. “You’re certainly not the typical college girl, huh? No boyfriends, virtually no drinking\u2026” she trails off with a gentle smile.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The smile you give her in return is unsure as you simply say, “I just don’t really have the time for all that right now.”<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Or the freaking money<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n You know you don\u2019t have the desire either. At least not for the boyfriend part.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n But you\u2019re not about to explain your life story to a stranger in a gloomy examination room who just got done poking your belly, no matter how nice she seems.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n She takes off each glove with a pop and smack, and discards them into the trash receptacle at her feet.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “We can’t really determine what’s causing you the discomfort without doing either an ultrasound or an endoscopy at this point. Since you noticed the abnormality over a month ago, I would highly recommend that you get either one as soon as possible.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cIt can be IBS or the beginnings of a gastric ulcer or something else entirely. Whatever it is, it seems to be concentrated just below your ribcage so I can probably rule out IBS, but again, you’ll have to meet with a physician to really determine what it is.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “We don’t offer ultrasound services here at the clinic, but I can refer you to someone over at the Greenwood Surgical Center. You know the one on Hashinger Boulevard, about three miles from here? They offer all those services and more, and the doctors there will definitely be able to help you out a lot more than we can over here.”<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n She keeps going on for a bit longer, mostly reiterating what she’s already said, but you\u2019ve pretty much stopped listening to her at this point. All sorts of things are going through your mind, haphazardly bouncing around in utter chaos, and you can almost hear your brain cussing you out as it spins out of control with so many thoughts at once.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n An ultrasound or endoscopy? The surgical center?<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n What the fuck?<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n You don’t have the money for any of that!<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n And you sure as fuck don’t have health insurance anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Your eyes dart around the room restlessly as you try to compose your roguish thoughts. Your expression must be a clear reflection of how shitty you feel right now, because she seems to read your troubled mind.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Give me just a second, I’ll be right back,” she says before she heads out of the room. The door closes after her with a fairly soft thud. Even the way she closes doors is gentle. Your father would have liked her. He was always so touchy about how people closed doors, whether in buildings or cars, saying shutting them too hard could end up with someone losing their finger.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Another sigh escapes you for the million and third time today.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n You really don’t want to be thinking about your dad right now. You feel yourself go limp as if the very essence of you has been sucked out of your body through a wide straw.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n God, this really <\/em>sucks ass.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Where the hell are you supposed to get money for an ultrasound?<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The door opens again suddenly, and Jane’s presence fills the room once more. She holds out a crisp white 2 x 4″ card as she approaches you.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Here,” she simply says as she hands it over to you.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n You take it and hold it firmly between your long fingers as you read the professionally formatted, dark blue font on it.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n John T. Templin, M.D. Chief Surgeon, Greenwood Surgical Center.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n She moves over to the hand sanitizer dispenser and rubs a few pumps all over her hands.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “John’s a great doctor and a frequent referral of ours. Plus, he’s my brother,” she adds with a smile. “I’ve given him a call and told him he should be expecting you around one-thirty this afternoon if that time works for you. Your consultation with him is on me, and he’ll be able to determine if you even really need an ultrasound or any other in-depth diagnostic procedure at that point. All right?”<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n You\u2019re not sure what to make of this extension of kindness. You don’t know why she’s being nice to you, and you\u2019re not sure how to react. The paranoid skeptic in you sees this as a bit of a red flag, searching for any signs that her kindness is some sort of gimmick, but there don’t seem to be any.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Tha-Thank you,” you manage. It sounds a lot less enthusiastic than you\u2019d like, especially since she’s being so nice, but you\u2019re confused and worried on so many levels right now. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to mind your bland response.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “No problem, sugar. Good luck with everything, ‘kay?”<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n “Thanks.” You force a smile once more as she leaves the room.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n You soon follow suit, grabbing your belongings hastily, far too eager to get the hell out of that room and out of that entire building altogether.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Thankfully, Trixie shares your sentiments.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n ***<\/span><\/p>\n \n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Nurse Jane pinpoints the area of concern, touching the same area again and parts adjacent to it to confirm that it is, in fact, the source of your ailment. “It could be a number of things,\u201d she says. \u201cHave you eaten or drank anything out of the ordinary since it began?” “No, not that I can think of,” you say, your voice a lot hoarser than you remember it being. “Do you drink heavily?” she asks. This is Wisconsin. 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