"One man, scorned and covered with scars..."

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

The Phone Call

Gah - I must have known - an unexpected complication! During the phone call, I could feel my nerve-ends screaming. My guts were suddently made of iron, and my ability to think coherently dissolved.

I can hear myself talking, I sound normal, but I'm a mass of internal panic and worry. Now my whole upper body feels like it is being tightly bound from the inside.

Feck.

1 comments:

Vain Sharp Dad said...

Do you know - I can't remember what this was about now. There's a distinct possibility that I am very very slowly growing a sense of perspective.