New York is Calling!
It had been a busy day and I just needed to swing by the grocery store and grab a few items for dinner. Instead of pushing a cart, I grabbed a little basket and stuck my arm through the handles, throwing my purse, sunglasses, keys and phone into it in the process, filling the basket halfway.
I was in a rush and went directly to the fruits and veggies section, the mainstay of my diet these days. Soon I was lugging around a basket full of potatoes, onions, mushrooms, spinach, avocados, grapes, apples, bananas... You get the picture! My arm was developing deep red grooves from the handles as I made my way to the registers. Just a little further...
It was then I heard my phone ring and started digging through the basket of goodness. "Got it"! It was a 212 area code but unidentified number. NYC was calling. I hit the green button and answered out of sheer curiosity.
"I'm calling from the Celiac Disease Center at Columbia University and I understand you'd like to come visit us. I can help you with that".
I could've cried! Finally, someone that could help after months of making calls to Celiac Centers around the country. I rapidly took down notes on a random piece of paper from my purse. I would need to call another number and tell them who I had spoken to. They could transfer my information and then book appointments with all the specialists. I hung up the phone in a daze, more excited than if I had just won Publishers Clearing House!
I rushed to check out and get home. I needed to tell everyone! I needed to book a flight! I needed to calm down!!!
It was halfway through unloading my basket that I realized I had rushed off so fast I left the paper at the counter where I had initially stopped! Frantically, I retraced my steps and found the names and numbers I would need. Phew! It had started as a normal day but now it was incredible. I was headed to New York!