Awaken and yesterdays aggro still gnaws. It is five in the morning, Get up, do the bathroom business and proceed straight to the kitchen to make coffee, eggs and toast. Take the whole lot upstairs, take the pills, wash them down with coffee. Start to finish the pictures, then one hour later the legs are freezing, lie down in bed and listen to the heart pounding out a message. It is like a bass drum in the head. Take a another pill, one against headaches, an analgesic.
Slowly everything returns to normal, the legs are still frosty despite their being under the blanket. And now, it is seven. Fix a few more pictures, and then resolve to call the doctor. The voice on the phone informs that there is no one at the practice today due to a training event. Even doctors need to learn. Decide not to call any of the alternative doctors mentioned on the tape. They cannot know any of the stories.
Go downstairs and make a further cup of coffee, then answer the doorbell. It is the parcel man, with a small wet parcel for the son. It is wet because it is raining heavily.
Leave the parcel on the piano, go upstairs.
And spend the next few hours working on the pictures and printing them.
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