It didn't help the situation that every prescription she wrote for me [so freely, too--just, "here, have some muscle relaxers for pain, but, uhhh, you probably shouldn't take them before work if you play with a lot of numbers because you'll be a little loopy"] all had the name Laurel on them. Really? You're sitting directly in front of my chart. You couldn't take one second to double check my name?
The final, most horrific blow? She commented that the cause of my pain might be attributed to two of my favorite things: my "heavy chain" [a turquoise and gold strand necklace I bought a couple weekends ago] and my "one-sided pocketbook" [the black Lamarthe handbag my mom got for me while we were in Paris last summer]. How dare she try to pinpoint those as the problem! Honestly, I'd give up my neck for those. A single piece of non-neck-altering-clothing never makes me as happy, for as long, as accessories do--whether it's a $5 scarf or a $400 pair of shoes. I'd be happy never buying clothes, or moving my neck, again--as long as I got to purchase my damn heavy chains and pocketbooks.
