I have quite often thought that advertising via pamphlet drops through the letter box were a complete waste of time, money and trees until I picked up the bundle of post this morning. I hastily separated the wheat from the chaff and was about to throw the latter in the bin when an image caught my eye and my breath was held back as a failed to exhale.
The news was dull today. The front page feature was yet another drab celebrity gossip piece. The words blurred where the never ending rain had beaten the print over the cold winter night. My hand shook a little. I don’t know why, I was used to being cold. Being cold was all I knew, this time of year.
A gloved hand suddenly appeared in front of my face as I sat tucked into a shopfront doorway. A s...
The rheumatologist interrupted me as I tried, for the fifth time, to ask him a question.
“Show the photographs of your physical symptoms to this medical student here.”
Okay. Great. Now I’ve forgotten my question.
“These symptoms are common features with SLE.” He muttered to his student, who was nodding and smiling at my phone screen as though he had no idea what was going on.
I can’t remember what prompted me into going these things. It’s not like alcohol was really ruining my life. I have a good job, a nice place, reasonable friends—I just liked having a shot in the afternoon. Or a few in the morning to substitute the Java. Or a couple before bed to shake the insomnia. But it wasn’t a real problem. No, I’d consider a real problem to be the current state of our economy...
