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Clad in my chic Bendel ensemble, I found myself sitting in a
Park Avenue doctor’s waiting room surrounded by skinny young men. One had an eye patch; another was hooked up to an IV. None of us spoke or looked at one another. Toes were tapping, legs twitching, magazine pages being thumbed. Attendants dozed.
I was ushered into an examining room where a nurse, her eyes full of pity, asked me to step on the scale. I’d lost six pounds in the past week. When, again, was the last time I ate?
She directed me to roll up one sleeve of my blouse and began preparing the syringe to draw blood when three young, lab-coated interns slipped into the room. Here was an interesting, unusual case to observe, they must have thought:
Clad in my chic Bendel ensemble, I found myself sitting in a
Park Avenue doctor’s waiting room surrounded by skinny young men. One had an eye patch; another was hooked up to an IV. None of us spoke or looked at one another. Toes were tapping, legs twitching, magazine pages being thumbed. Attendants dozed.
I was ushered into an examining room where a nurse, her eyes full of pity, asked me to step on the scale. I’d lost six pounds in the past week. When, again, was the last time I ate?
She directed me to roll up one sleeve of my blouse and began preparing the syringe to draw blood when three young, lab-coated interns slipped into the room. Here was an interesting, unusual case to observe, they must have thought: