Of course, lo and behold, I eventually received the verification code. One message after the other, spamming my precious inbox memory.
It was this whole promenade that triggered last night's episode.The details of which I will just leave to your imagination. That is the story of how I lost my one-week old Facebook account. Thank you.
Oh. Also, I just realized right before I wrote this blog post that the contact information of the three psychiatrists that I was referred to was in there, in my Facebook messages inbox. What can I say, I find it easier to send Facebook messages impulsively than call a landline number and then have to write all the info down. Luckily--or unluckily (I cannot decide which.)--as part of this big cosmic joke, I vaguely remembered a name in my mind. I searched it in Google, and alas, it was indeed a name of a psychiatrist. So somehow the back of my head decided by itself to store it in there.
Which makes me arrive to the next posed problem, I only have 3500 left in my life. Yes, that's all the money I have right now. (I am very generous and I let people borrow my money a lot so do not ask where's the rest. And in case you're worrying about my health, I stocked up food to last me an apocalypse.) Considering how I lived the year before, if you would take time to sift through my past letters, dear, I would have considered 3500 a fortune then. But now I have the option of going to that psychiatrist whose name my brain chose to not forget or spending that last money for a weekend of relaxation. Life is full of trickery, with this one not being a far off exception. I am given the choice of relaxing but not getting better or getting better but staying vexed--at least until I receive my sum of pure capitalist goodness next week which I can then use for buying medication. A lot of things happen when a crazy mind is allowed to wander far, wide, and limitless, so if I do choose to attend the weekend's thing-a-ma-jig then I would be taking a great risk and should, even this early on, already accept the consequences of what is yet to happen.
But, my love, there is no way to win this fight, so I surrender to my room's air-conditioning, with my arms spread wide, and shall sleep these thoughts off until the horrors of this life choose to awaken me again from my beautiful slumber. Up until then... To call or not to call, that is not even a question.
