“Hi. My name is Naomi Duant. I’m here to see Dr. Vijay.” I stand over the receptionist desk at the doctor’s office, trying my best to not dribble snot all over the counter. Can feel something oozing and I make a loud sniffle to encourage it back into my face. I feel like I am the grossest creature in the world, but they’ve also probably seen worse. I make a snorting sound.
“Hi. Do you have an appointment?”
“No. I need a doctor’s note for work.”
“Oh. That will be twenty-five dollars.” The apathetic woman at the front desk does not look up, good for her, aside being ugly to look at, I am wearing the expression of a wolverine. Having to pay that much for a piece of paper is highway robbery. I thought Canadian healthcare was free!
“Yeah. Sure.” I fish out a few bills from my purse and slap
