Page 22 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
Maple girl, this is a battle you won’t win. D is our resident nutritionist. We all mourned the day he banned Pop-Tarts from our house.
Maple
He banned Pop-Tarts? What sort of a monster is he?
D
One that cares about the health and well-being of my pack mates.
Maple
This conversation is making me want Pop-Tarts. I think after I go to my appointment, I’m going to stop by the store and get some cinnamon sugar ones. They are the elite Pop-Tart.
J
They are indeed the best kind. Clearly you have good taste, Maple girl.
D
Do you have any idea what is in those things?
Maple
I don’t know, and I don’t care. If you start listing the ingredients, I’m going to block you and not speak to you for two weeks, because no one messes with the sanctity that is breakfast foods.
D
Breakfast foods are delicious. Pop-Tarts are not a breakfast food.
J
You see what we have to put up with?
Maple
You are a strong man, J. Unfortunately, I have to leave you with him, as it’s time for me to go and get stabbed.
J
Good luck, let us know how it goes!
D
Tell us as soon as you hear, we worry.
Stashing my phone in my pocket, I smiled to myself. Chatting with Pack Pucked was a good way to pass the time while waiting for the nurse to come and get me. The waiting room was pretty quiet. First thing on a Thursday morning was the quietest time, which was why I had called ahead and asked for an appointment. Thankfully, they could fit me in immediately.
“Mable?” The receptionist called my name with a smile. “The nurse is ready for you.”
Getting up, I slung my bag over my shoulder, giving her a thankful smile before heading to the medical room.
It took almost three days for the blood test results to arrive. Sitting in my nest and reading the latest book on botany I had picked up, I was pulled out of a particularly riveting passage on micro-farming by the ringing of my phone.
“Hello, is this Mable?” a calm voice asked as I balanced the phone on my shoulder, still flicking through pages. “I’m Maria from the campus clinic, I’m calling in regards to your blood test results.”
“Oh, yes!” I said as I closed the book, standing up and wandering over to the windowsill where my crystal antrum was growing. It needed a lot of water, so I grabbed my little spray bottle and started watering it as I spoke. “I assume I’m deficient in something, so let me know what it is, and I will run down to the pharmacy and get myself some supplements.”
The nurse was quiet for a moment. “Well, you’re not exactly deficient in anything…”
