So, Thursday gone (20th January), I had an appointment with Dr B. As always, it turned out to be a short and somewhat pointless visit.
I hadn’t seen him in for a couple of months and told of most of what had been going on. He didn’t disappoint and followed his usual course of dumb questions and writing down everything. He decided that I needed my medicine to be kept at the
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