Tag: doctors

C o n t a g i o n

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I need to go back to work soon, but before I need to do a government-mandated Covid test. I receive an email explaining that my body will be cloned and the copy will be surgically examined; that horrifies me, it’s a complete violation of my privacy! I freak out and decide I won’t undergo the test.

When the day arrives I yell at the team of doctors that came to collect me, and refuse to get out of my house. The head doctor hears what I’m screaming and laughs at the misunderstanding: only the really sick patients need to go through the cloning procedure, he explains, but a cotton swab will do in my case. I’m relieved.

After a few days I get a letter with the test results, it says that I’m not positive at the moment, but I’d already caught the virus a month ago without symptoms. Now I freak out about my parents, did I already infect them?!

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Frustrating

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I’m about 80% sure I’m pregnant, even though I’m not showing yet. Who’s the father? Maybe my old high school crush? I have a vague recollection of being around him a few months ago, that must have done it.

After a few days I realize I’m TWICE pregnant. It’s not twins though, the second one is newer and extrauterine. I consult with a doctor, he explains I was already pregnant to begin with, so when I got knocked up again there wasn’t enough space and the new fetus settled in the wrong place. (How does my mind even come up with stuff like this?!)

I’m back to work, the store feels familiar and brand new at the same time. My cousin whisper-orders me to google how to polish diamonds, away from the customers because we don’t want them to know how rich we are now, do we?

It takes me a lot of time to type in the words, autocorrect keeps screwing them up. When I finally hit ‘search’, the firs result is,

I wish I knew.

Nobody on the whole damn world knows how to polish diamonds. Is alcohol okay? I wish I knew.

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Choirs and Cows

Posted on by Decade Dream Journal

I’m watching on TV a children’s choir, they are all little hams that can’t stand still and are swaying wildly to the music. Delighted, I go to YouTube to send some of their videos to my friend C. I find one where an entire cast of Bollywood dancers are performing to their songs, and another where the TV host and the choir conductor are doing ballet.

The Glee cast is sitting in the audience, I guess they used to be former choir members. The last performer is a little girl with bangs and brown curls that looks like Rachel Berry, she throws a tantrum and refuses to sing unless it’s a “power ballad”.

I’m sitting in a doctor’s waiting room, but I also work there as a training secretary. As I wait I’m writing on my notebook and listening to music; an old schoolmate walks on the table and leaves a muddy shoe print on my blank page, I yell at him. The doctor*, who is Chris Evans in a white coat, gives me the thumbs up from his office. I reply with a toothy smile from under my wool hat and massive white earphones.

Now Chris Evans is reading the news on TV. He chokes on his words and is quickly replaced by ads, I picture everyone laughing at him in the studio. Once back, he introduces an old Disney cartoon: it has been clearly ripped from YouTube, I find it very unprofessional. The cartoon depicts a polyamorous relationship between a blonde human woman, three anthropomorphic cows and one actual cow.

*not THE Doctor. A doctor, a medical professional.

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