It's In The Stars. Buffy Andrews
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I sat up. “Sorry, Dr. Lerman. Tough day. I probably smell like smoke.”
She sniffed the air. “You do a little. Why?”
“Covered a fire today and didn’t have a chance to shower.”
She nodded and went over my medical history. “So, let me see this lump.”
I held my right arm straight up and the paper covering fell down around my waist. She pushed against the lump with her fingertips.
She pulled off her plastic gloves. “Nothing to worry about, Sydney. It’s just a pimple.”
I sighed. “Thank God, because I really thought it was cancer and that you were going to tell me I was going to die and never have kids and never grow old and never be a grandmother, even though I’m not sure I want kids and growing old isn’t bad because it means I’m alive but I don’t want to look old and I definitely don’t want to be a grandmother until like fifty years from now – if at all.”
“Wow, Sydney,” Dr. Lerman said. “How are you sleeping, by the way?”
“Well, since you asked – I’m having trouble. I just can’t shut off my brain. You know how I hate odd numbers, right?”
Dr. Lerman nodded.
“Except 666. I hate that number, too, even though it’s even. I got a receipt yesterday and it was for $6.66. I asked the clerk if she could add two pennies to it, but she said she couldn’t. I thought about buying something else, but then I added two pennies to the penny dish on the counter, figuring that covered me.”
Dr. Lerman cleared her throat. “Wow. Okay, then. And the sleep?”
“Yeah, that. So, as I was saying I hate odd numbers. Now I’ve been watching the clock and if the clock ends in an odd number, like 11:03, I have to wait until 11:04 to close my eyes. But if the time ends in an odd number but the two last digits add up to an even number, then I’m okay. So like 11:13 is fine because even though it ends in an odd number, one plus three equals four, which is even.”
“Sydney,” Dr. Lerman said. “Maybe it’s time we had a serious talk about your anxiety issues.”
I squirmed on the table. “Do we have to? I’m not crazy about taking medication.”
Dr. Lerman sat down across from me. “Would talking with someone help?”
I shrugged.
“Look,” Dr. Lerman said. “If we start you on a very low dosage of medication, just enough to take the edge off your anxiety, you’ll be able to sleep better. You want to do that, right?”
I nodded. “It would be nice to be able to shut off my brain and fall asleep when my head hit my pillow. I’m not sure that’s even possible.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” Dr. Lerman called in a prescription. “Let me know if it helps. I’m going to start you out on half a pill, but if it’s not enough, we’ll increase it to a whole tablet. How does that sound?”
“I’ll give it a try.”
By the time I got home, I had a little bit of a second wind, but not enough for Zumba. Maybe a walk. I hadn’t planned on confessing my odd, no pun intended, behavior to Dr. Lerman. But maybe she was right. Maybe I did need something to help curb my anxiety. It couldn’t hurt. Maybe this was the something new Horoscope told me to embrace. Besides, the whole odd and even thing was beginning to stress me out in other areas of my life. For example, I liked having an even number of pencils in my caddy at work. When I bought bananas, I looked for a bunch with an even number. It didn’t bother me that after eating one, there’d be an odd number left, as long as I started with an even number. I know, I’m a freak! I knew Dr. Lerman was right about my anxiety and obsessive behavior affecting the quality of my life and I definitely needed to get more sleep if I was going to function at my best.
Tuesday, July 19
Someone close asks for your advice. Be honest. They’ll benefit from your wisdom and experience. Communication is key. Tonight: Make it early.
My BFF Jen called to complain about this guy she’s been dating. He has potential, but there are some things about him that bug her.
“He doesn’t call me,” Jen said. “He texts all the time!”
I laughed. “Sounds like you met your twin when it comes to texting.”
Jen sighed. “He texts way more than I do. Maybe he’s lazy.”
“Come on, Jen. Whether we like it or not, nowadays the default is to text. Running late? We send a text. Want to know what someone’s doing? Send a text. Besides, did you tell him how much it bugs you?”
“No.”
“Send him a text!”
We laughed.
“Seriously,” I said. “He’s not going to know you prefer he call, at least every once in a while, if you don’t tell him.”
“And another thing,” Jen said. “Why can’t he ask me before Friday if I’m free over the weekend?”
“Does he know you like to plan ahead?” I asked.
“No, but he should. What girl doesn’t know what she’s doing for the weekend by Wednesday?”
“Look, the next time you see him, tell him how you feel. That you want to talk more and text less and you usually have your weekend plans figured out by the middle of the week. Either he’ll get with the program or not.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Sydney. I miss you. I wish we lived closer.”
“Me too. And you can thank my horoscope.”
“What?”
I explained how I was following my horoscope, using it as a daily guide.
“So today it said someone close would seek my advice and I should be honest.”
“That’s kind of creepy,” Jen said. “Do you think it’s because it’s at the top of your mind so you’re making a correlation that’s not necessarily there?”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember the time I thought I was pregnant and everywhere I looked there were babies? I’d open up a magazine and see a diaper ad or watch TV and a talking baby commercial would come on. I don’t think there were suddenly more babies around. I just think it was at the top of my mind and so I noticed them more.”
“In other words, you don’t want me to put too much trust in my horoscope,” I said. “It’s purely coincidental that my best friend called me for advice on the very same day my horoscope predicted someone close to