There are times when I feel excitement about being a Fashion Oracle. In seeing trends emerge that I’ve already settled into. Picking the right item for a client before they even tell me their desires. This week, I learned that deciding to wear my Cherokee Workwear scrubs- the ones I haven’t worn for months, in an effort to “put some slightly real pants on and feel human” is not a fun Fashion Oracle instance.
After 5 hours, 2 rounds of bloodwork (why) and time assisting a lovely 89 year old woman named Irene to call her family for a pick up (she’d forgotten her glasses at home and couldn’t see a thing on her phone screen) I was told that I did not indeed, have a heart attack. Which is great. But it all was very scary.