Not That Simple

Another Day To Hate

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Monica's POV

So it's now Friday. I spent the first and second day of my newly awarded holiday cleaning out my apartment, getting rid of anything neither me or Rachel really need, then thoroughly scrubbing everything from the bedside tables to the toothbrush holder in my bathroom.

Though I'm considered a clean or neat freak by my friends, I can't exactly remember the last time I cleaned, apart from the dishes every day numerous times and the vacuuming every now and then.
I suppose lately I've had more important things to stress about like work and getting my life under control in general.

By Wednesday Rachel was sick of the cleaning and my quiet behaviour so we spent our day shopping, I can't say i didn't put the day into use. I ended up purchasing a couple of dresses and jumpers, but I still kept quiet.
Yesterday I babysat my nephew for Ross because he got called into work last minute. It was fun if I'm honest, it's weird how kids can make you forget about all your worries and they make you realise what matters in life.

That brings me to today, right now it's 2:35pm, I have a doctors appointment at 3pm and then Rachel is dragging me out tonight for a drink. Sometimes it's best to get it over and done with, then it'll be at least another month before she does it again. Grabbing my boots I pull them on over my thick socks, I'm no good with the cold weather and it's only September by the time December comes around I'm like a standing icicle.

Sipping the cold remnants of coffee out of my mug, I rinse it out with hot water and leave it in the sink, making sure my phones in my back pocket and I have my purse and wallet I leave my apartment, locking it behind me. Skipping down the steps two at a time I wrap my coat tighter around my body, prepared for the icy air to bite away at me. With the doctors office being around 15 minutes away, I choose to walk, catching a cab at this time isn't always a fast enough option and I prefer not to take the bus. People seem to come to the assumption that I never even attempted to get a drivers licence, not that it's their concern, but I did pass my test, I've just never been able to afford a car.

I arrive at the doctors office 5 minutes before my appointment, just how I like it.

Dr Pierce calls out my name, tearing me from a fashion magazine I picked up, following him to his room I tug my coat away from my arms. So this is just a routine check-up, I stopped having these at around 25 but with this last year, my friends forced me to go to the doctors and I'm made to come here every other month.

"So Monica how have you been?" He asks, I'm prepared for the questions, they are always the same. I nod "I've been good, I got awarded 2 weeks off work to show appreciation for what I do so I'm taking the time to get myself back on track" gasping when the cold metal of his stethoscope hits the bare right side of my chest, just as my body comes to terms with it, the instrument is moved away. Buttoning my shirt back up I stand getting ready for the next thing.
Weighing.

I pull off my boots, and all my jewellery, the dreaded pair of scales in the corner come into view as I inch my way closer, my heart begins to pound harder and harder against my chest, beads of sweat popping up across my forehead. "Monica, you're okay. No is going to judge you remember it's just me" Dr Pierce says, his hand on my shoulder, I slowly nod his words nothing to me in all honestly.