sweat and the city
yesterday had to be the most humid day on record. i was sooo hot and sweaty. sweat doesn't just come from your pits you know, its finds a way to seep out of ALL of your body's pores. i had a huge day.
i got my pap and it was the WORST pap experience of my life. i went to the student health clinic, and had an appt with a PA. he is one of those people that can't look you in the eye, but he can look you in the vagina. anyway, he did not ask me anything about my sexual health risk, he did not do a breast exam, he did a bimanual exam, but i know that he did NOT feel my uterus, he did not insert the speculum very well, it was cold and he did not use enough lube and he brought someone else into the room, did not tell me about it, she did not introduce herself to me (at a minimum i want to know the name of the person who is looking at my vag) and did i mention that they did not knock on the door to even see if i was ready. this had to be the WORST care ever. he also did not have a conversation about birth control with me. i am just going to have to talk to his supervisor-- this is unacceptable. i am not going into public health to let these people care for women. he fucked with the wrong woman.
i hung out with my first nyc friend/classmate after the pap- we walked ALL over town, took subways and got an id card. and guess what! i look pink, hot and sweaty in my photo, my friend looks fine, she is from jersey. rahul and i walked her to the subway station at 125th and st. nicholas on the "other side of the park." this park, morningside park (east of CU) separates columbia from the poor, more colorful parts of harlem. the park is also very very shady-- you don't want to be there at night. when the paved path ended, we took a well traveled trail through the park, to get down the massive hill. we found lots of newspaper beds and beer cans, but then we heard this rustling-- i of course thought it was a rat and freaked out, but it wasn't, it was another nyc creature- one i never thought i would see in the wild-- it was a ROOSTER, at first i thought it was a chicken, but no, rahul says it was a rooster. i figured that the rooster had escaped from one of those cock fighting rings, but the indian guy at the bar we saw much later in the evening, asked if it had claws or talons, it didn't. so i guess that it had not escaped. maybe it is a pet to one of the men that sleep in the park? i wonder if the rooster will cross the street into my neighborhood. then i could have a better look.
after the rooster discovery, i went to brooklyn to a friend's party. it took 1 hr to get there, and its only 10 miles away! i reconnected with an old friend and made new friends. i even met a man from my dream country of TRINIDAD! he was wonderful. then, it took me 1hr and 45 mins to get home! i was sleepy, cranky and pissed. so i decided to have a drink. we went to the corner bar, where the bartender went to hs in seattle and bellevue. he was so nice, and we were instant friends. he bought us a few of our drinks. i miss tyler, so i had a dirty martini with three olives-- delicious! i had three of them.
oh my love match didn't work out, one of the parties flaked. but now i have a friend who is dating someone i went to hs with. small world.
i got my pap and it was the WORST pap experience of my life. i went to the student health clinic, and had an appt with a PA. he is one of those people that can't look you in the eye, but he can look you in the vagina. anyway, he did not ask me anything about my sexual health risk, he did not do a breast exam, he did a bimanual exam, but i know that he did NOT feel my uterus, he did not insert the speculum very well, it was cold and he did not use enough lube and he brought someone else into the room, did not tell me about it, she did not introduce herself to me (at a minimum i want to know the name of the person who is looking at my vag) and did i mention that they did not knock on the door to even see if i was ready. this had to be the WORST care ever. he also did not have a conversation about birth control with me. i am just going to have to talk to his supervisor-- this is unacceptable. i am not going into public health to let these people care for women. he fucked with the wrong woman.
i hung out with my first nyc friend/classmate after the pap- we walked ALL over town, took subways and got an id card. and guess what! i look pink, hot and sweaty in my photo, my friend looks fine, she is from jersey. rahul and i walked her to the subway station at 125th and st. nicholas on the "other side of the park." this park, morningside park (east of CU) separates columbia from the poor, more colorful parts of harlem. the park is also very very shady-- you don't want to be there at night. when the paved path ended, we took a well traveled trail through the park, to get down the massive hill. we found lots of newspaper beds and beer cans, but then we heard this rustling-- i of course thought it was a rat and freaked out, but it wasn't, it was another nyc creature- one i never thought i would see in the wild-- it was a ROOSTER, at first i thought it was a chicken, but no, rahul says it was a rooster. i figured that the rooster had escaped from one of those cock fighting rings, but the indian guy at the bar we saw much later in the evening, asked if it had claws or talons, it didn't. so i guess that it had not escaped. maybe it is a pet to one of the men that sleep in the park? i wonder if the rooster will cross the street into my neighborhood. then i could have a better look.
after the rooster discovery, i went to brooklyn to a friend's party. it took 1 hr to get there, and its only 10 miles away! i reconnected with an old friend and made new friends. i even met a man from my dream country of TRINIDAD! he was wonderful. then, it took me 1hr and 45 mins to get home! i was sleepy, cranky and pissed. so i decided to have a drink. we went to the corner bar, where the bartender went to hs in seattle and bellevue. he was so nice, and we were instant friends. he bought us a few of our drinks. i miss tyler, so i had a dirty martini with three olives-- delicious! i had three of them.
oh my love match didn't work out, one of the parties flaked. but now i have a friend who is dating someone i went to hs with. small world.
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