This week started with a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around to see a girl, probably in her late teens. She looks up at me desperately.
"I'm sorry to bother you. But, woman to woman- it's my time of the month."
Why is she telling me this?
"Can you please check the back of me to make sure that I'm not bleeding through?"
I awkwardly agreed, giving her a thumbs up when I didn't see any stain.
WTF. . . I wondered.
Still mulling over what had just happened. I ended up at one of my favorite Dunkin Donuts. This woman ahead of me was acting strange. When I thought it was my turn to order, both the woman and the DD worker looked at me expectedly.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"She said you'll pay for her." the guy replied.
I shook my head. "I didn't agree to do that."
Then, I took a look at the woman who was obviously homeless and hungry.
Fuck I thought. "Okay. Nevermind. I'll pay for it." I said, swallowing the lump in my throat.
She thanked me, and I was on my way.
A few nights later, I had excruciating pain in my lower abdomen. Deciding going to the hospital was the best move, I called a Lyft. Well, the Lyft driver arrived in a totally different car and kept asking me to get in. I eventually went back inside. The guy waited at least ten minutes before leaving.
Finally, I got to the ER in one piece. I didn't stay that way. It was late, so a lot of people were coming in drunk and arguing. After waiting 6 hours, I got up and told the receptionist that I was better off resting at home, and that I would call an ambulance if it was too severe. She offered for me to cut ahead of everyone, and I refused-- noting such bullshit. I reminded myself to not go there again.
I pulled the medical stuff off me and got the hell out of there.