This evening I had another awkward encounter at our local Walgreens pharmacy.
Before I continue on with my story I should probably clarify that as a reference librarian for the life sciences, pharmacy and medicine I have the opportunity to interact with pre-med, medical and pharmacy students. I love this part of my job, but it sometimes creates for strange encounters at pharmacy's and clinics.
So as has happened before, this evening I went to Walgreen's to pick up a prescription. I handed the prescription to the pharmacist and he says, "I know you." I didn't recognize him. Luckily he offered information as to our acquaintance. "I spent a day last year in your office getting research assistance." I looked at his name and I did remember (often times I don't) this particular fellow. Then followed the awkward small talk. He asked about the twins, even guessing at their age. Geesh.
On other visits, after thinking I was home free and unrecognized will come the question, "Are you married to Clay?" Yes I am. "I was in his blah blah class." Double geesh. Now that you know all that ails me, please let me escape quietly.
But the encounters of all encounters happened while I was in labor with Simon & Oliver. Let me set the scene.
I was in the last 45 minutes of my record-shattering birth-two-babies-in-135-minutes labor. I was in fine form and we had just arrived at the hospital 10 minutes earlier. I was sitting on the birthing ball making the most of my horse-lips technique. Ferguson's reflex was coming on strong. And then there was a tap on my shoulder. It was a young lady who wanted to know if she could sit in on the labor and delivery. Yes. And she had a couple of questions for me. Okay. And she was a pre-med student at UMD and Clay had been her professor. Great!
I just can't hide (oh, it was all okay though, because she was super sweet and so happy to be there)
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