"Tell me more about yourself, Yvette."

"Oh, well, um. I got a job as a lab technician?" This sounds more plausible and less stupid than 'I got a job in the Science career,' which on reflection sounds as fake as that natural healing career. "I was really surprised at the lack of qualifications necessary, I hope their training program is good."

"I want to be a scientist someday too!"

"Really! Well, good news, entry requirements are... literally just applying? I applied like an hour ago, tops, and I start tomorrow, it's a bit wild."

"Congratulations on the new job!"

"Congrats!"

...

See, there are ways this interaction is almost going how she expects it would and should, but then they do things like... that.

"Thanks!" she says anyway, because she thinks that with this much confusing data from all sources, statistically speaking she's probably the problem here. "I might need to check myself into the hospital or something though? Things have been.... weird... all day."

"Oh no! Are you feeling ill?"

"My uncle's a doctor."

"A bit, yeah, in a weird, like. Things aren't connecting logically kind of way? Things keep not making any sense. Um. So if I could be directed to a hospital that would be great, actually."

"Sure, give me your number and I can text you the address to a hospital."

Phone number! She notes to herself that her ability to recall information is intact, which will probably mean something to someone who is a doctor. This is something to recite later to a trained professional.

"Thank you, that's really appreciated. Relatedly I should probably cut this short and... go there right now... but it was lovely meeting all of you, and I am so sorry my first meeting with you is while I'm ill!"

"It's no problem at all! Feel better!"

"See you around Yvette!"

"It was nice to meet you! Welcome again!"

And they all go.

"Bye, thanks for coming!" she says, feeling like the ease of their exit and lack of depth to their empathy is just as bizarre and nonsensical as everything else has been this day, but it would, wouldn't it. Yep, that's clearly what's happening, she's having some kind of episode or aneurysm or... something.

She puts the uneaten portions of the fruitcake into the fridge, neatly stacks the now empty dishes by the sink, and starts investigating her phone for methods by which one can get oneself to the nearby hospital.

She could walk there! Or get a cab!

Hahahahahahahaha cab. She's getting a cab. Obviously. Her brain is broken, but it's not that broken.

(Though - why isn't 'call an ambulance' available? Probably she just can't figure out how, that must be it. This also explains why she couldn't find any hardware stores.)

The cab appears shortly.

In she goes. Hospital, please. She has the address from Summer. (Along with lingering horror at swimming through algae on purpose - no, no, bad Yvette. You are not okay. Do not make it worse while you get to someone who can make it better.)

Hello, hospital, she thinks she's having some kind of aneurysm or stroke or something, because things are not making sense!

And now she is out of the hospital! The doctor thinks there's nothing wrong with her but has said that maybe some water and rest could help.

... but...

that.

but?

........... fuck that, she's getting a second fucking opinion, and furthermore, fuck that hospital and fuck that doctor that thinks she just needs water and rest, she is very clearly not okay and if she has to use small words to explain her problem she will!

New cab. New hospital.

New hospital! In and out, same thing, the doctor does not think anything is wrong with her.

Maybe she could try seeing a naturopath? Perhaps her problem is that she is Imbalanced.