Amendment to Jack Kerouac

I've been asked by my best friend to correct my last post, and since she holds such a distinguished title in my life as well as being half my readership, I must acquiesce.  

While our conversations have grown to include birth control and the pros and cons of HPV vaccinations, these are not strictly from obgyn visits.  While I take two buses across town to the Planned Parenthood for my annual check ups, my dear best takes a plane across the country to visit the same doctor she's had all her 22 years, yes, her pediatrician.  

It's endearingly odd, but in the narrative of our lives, it is just a reflective side story reiterating the role she plays in mine.  I think I'm changing and aging, but I'm never not who I was when I was little.  Even as we both are moving into completely different realms of the professional and geographical world, we are each still a constant in the other's life.  Like a trait.  She is my best friend like my hair is curly.  It's just part of who I am.