A Springs Invite
Dr. Jack Belken is a stolid man. I sat in his office, eating his mint he had placed invitingly on his desk whilst my head wandered around the room eye-ing the knick-knacks and books he chose to represent his legitimacy. I am not impressed by academia, but I respect it.
"Your labs at Womens & Infants Hospital showed you have a spike in a hormone which may indicate hyperthyroidism which can lead to some psychiatric problems. I'd like you to get labs else-where. Ill print the slip." Dr. Belkin said. I'm pretty sure my thyroid is fine. I looked it up and I dont really have any other symptoms or signs of hyperthyroidism; heck, maybe I would even enjoy it given its weight-reduction properties. We'll see.
Rose, Rose, Rose; my continued affair - broiling under the prospect of facing another Summer here in New England, I am not pleased at the seasons for matching me with Rose at this time. Summer makes me want to die, but Rose makes me want to live and be naughty and intractable in the face of all things good and decent.
Rose and I kissed at my car after a rendezvous at the mall, as we had done on numerous occasions months ago, and to my pleasing she had been willing like a fox at play.
"When can I see you next?" I asked. She stood there with a freshly kissed faced, soiled by another man's love for her. Rose and Josh has had been having difficulty with her relationship with Josh ever since she had moved in with in just a couple months ago. As usual, she had not gone into specifics, but I was never the one to make a wise of something I knew nothing about other then our blatant disobedience towards the sanctity of a relationship.
"Friday is fine. Josh is working the evening shift." And with that my heart soared like a hawk, as some old wise-Indian had taught me. It was at the time where I knew where the center of the Earth was.
Therapy has not been fruitful. I was hoping for a more Freudian psychoanalytic-type deal while she views it more as general counseling, not including my existential feelings on matters of life or death, relationships or goals. I need to try new ways to fuck with her.. Im growing bored, and I grow bored easily.
"Your labs at Womens & Infants Hospital showed you have a spike in a hormone which may indicate hyperthyroidism which can lead to some psychiatric problems. I'd like you to get labs else-where. Ill print the slip." Dr. Belkin said. I'm pretty sure my thyroid is fine. I looked it up and I dont really have any other symptoms or signs of hyperthyroidism; heck, maybe I would even enjoy it given its weight-reduction properties. We'll see.
Rose, Rose, Rose; my continued affair - broiling under the prospect of facing another Summer here in New England, I am not pleased at the seasons for matching me with Rose at this time. Summer makes me want to die, but Rose makes me want to live and be naughty and intractable in the face of all things good and decent.
Rose and I kissed at my car after a rendezvous at the mall, as we had done on numerous occasions months ago, and to my pleasing she had been willing like a fox at play.
"When can I see you next?" I asked. She stood there with a freshly kissed faced, soiled by another man's love for her. Rose and Josh has had been having difficulty with her relationship with Josh ever since she had moved in with in just a couple months ago. As usual, she had not gone into specifics, but I was never the one to make a wise of something I knew nothing about other then our blatant disobedience towards the sanctity of a relationship.
"Friday is fine. Josh is working the evening shift." And with that my heart soared like a hawk, as some old wise-Indian had taught me. It was at the time where I knew where the center of the Earth was.
Therapy has not been fruitful. I was hoping for a more Freudian psychoanalytic-type deal while she views it more as general counseling, not including my existential feelings on matters of life or death, relationships or goals. I need to try new ways to fuck with her.. Im growing bored, and I grow bored easily.