Nov 7, 2011

Fog


I had my head(ache) checked last week. I have a new doctor so we had to start with the basics. How old are you? she asked. Thirty-five, I said. Okay, she said. No you're not, said my youngest, annoyed he'd have to sit through chit chat before we got to the this-is-going-to-pinch part. Oh wait, I said, I'm thirty-six ...  I think. Or am I turning thirty-six in February? ...  wow, maybe I haven't been asked since my last birthday? ... or maybe I'm in denial? ... uhm, let me see ... I was born in 1975. I proceeded to do the math on my fingers while the doctor looked on unsmiling like a bouncer at a club I shouldn't be trying to get into. I wondered if the receptionist would tell her that I had hesitated when writing the date (2011 or 2012?) on my paperwork at the front desk. Okay, I told her, I can now confirm that I am indeed thirty-six. Hey, happy birthday to me!
If she had smiled I might have told her that if I'd wanted to lie about my age, I would have lied myself older for a cheap wow-you-really-don't-look-your-age compliment, like I do when I go to hairdressers and I need all the help I can get in the harsh light. But she didn't smile. 
Where are you from? she asked through her nose, her voice pinched by the serious glasses resting there. Trick question even when you do know your age. Where am I from or where do I live? She stopped scribbling (words like 'psychotic' and 'neurotic') in my file and took a hard look at me. I looked back at her and wondered if there's a hotline to report runaway nuns.


6 comments:

WOMEN RULE WRITER said...

Oh bless. It is confusing, all this growing old business :)
Get well soon.

Irish American Mom said...

Love it. A few months ago my four year old asked me how old I was, and I considered telling him I was twenty-five, but then I decided to own up and just confess. "I am forty-five," I admitted (turned forty-six since). He smiled at me and said: "That's my favorite number!" Kids just have a way with words, to melt the years away. Hope you feel better soon.

Mom3Boys said...

I just found your blog and wanted to say hi and that I like it here. I love that question- where are you from ? I was born in Mayo, lived in Galway for 10 years and now live in the Boston burbs. Not the easiest one to answer. Get well soon .

Jacinta said...

Ha, it is indeed WRW! It's obvious that I need to have bigger parties so I can lodge the number in my brain. IAMom: that is sooo cute! (Hope his new fave number is 46!) And welcome M3B! So nice of you to visit and leave a hello. Hope Boston is treating you nicely. Thanks everyone for get well wishes; I'm grand actually. My doctor just put me on allergy meds. I've resisted allergy meds since I first arrived here, considering allergies to be, well, an "American" condition! I spent much of my childhood on a farm, so I refused to believe I could have allergies. Anyway, long story short (as if I can ever cut a long story short), I am testing out allergy meds to see if sinusy-headaches clear up. Wait, isn't complaining about health another sign of aging? ...

josie said...

Hi, love the new blog format!!
Growing up, whenever I would ask my mom how old she was she would just reply by saying it was none of my business so I learned not to ask. To this day, I am not entirely sure how she is. hahaha!
Hope your headaches get better. I too get horrible sinus-headaches; they suck but i have found that allergy meds do help sometimes.

Jacinta said...

Thanks Josie! Love your mother's response; it IS none of your business!! (I should have said that to my doctor)

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