Interlude – Consulting with my Nerves

El traffico. It’s like being trapped on a conveyor belt transporting individual life packets.

I’m on the way to see the Consultant Psychiatrist, I feel sick and runny inside. I’m dreading it. I’m tired and I’d much prefer not to have to do this, right now, ever.

My Lady is with me.

Let’s hope we all survive. Especially the psychiatrist..

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