This is Lauren. She has recently learned that she is anemic after a 5-year absence from her PCP due to a long-standing needle phobia. Now that she is officially anemic, she has noticed all manner of ailments that she’s never noticed before. Excessive bloating. Fatigue. Brain fog (she’s read a lot about that - surely this is why she can’t calculate tips in her head), dry skin...the list goes on. Headaches? Why yes she had one just last week. And why has her left ankle been itching for no reason at night??? Come to think of it, her eyes have been burning all week. Retinal issues? Wait, when was her last bowel movement? And the one before that? Maybe she should start a poop spreadsheet. Lauren has a spotty history with this sort of thing - she once diagnosed her toddler with scarlet fever based on google alone. But this particular phase has cost her $500 in home testing kits for everything from DNA to fecal samples determining gut bacterial health. These kits will lead to $250 worth of supplements and probiotics monthly, which Lauren expects will result in her stomach shrinking until it is concave, her complexion to develop an actual luminous sparkly shine, and brilliant light to shoot out of her vagina. Just give it 6 months. Lauren’s favorite song is “Walking on Sunshine”.
As Courtney was handed the rule pamphlet, she swore she saw the Da Vinci code. Symbols swirled around, English words became foreign and strange. She somehow now knows how to set up a VCR after reading them, but still does not quite understand how to win atMahjong.
Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a five dollar take-home add-on. She’s been cracking open a Bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow.
But here she sits, six years after her appointment with WIDK reporting on milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals, and downtown green space clean up efforts. This stupid little town doesn’t deserve her. She’s meant for greatness, and she despises their perky greetings on the streets....
