My left hand has been drawing absurd amounts of attention from nigh on every woman who has passed through my clinic with reason to speak to me. I am fairly certain women are supposed to react this way to children, not jewellery--regardless of the meaning behind aforementioned jewellery.

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I refuse to give bereavement counselling when the loss suffered is a dog. And no, I do not think I am being unreasonable in this--a good psychiatrist would be of more use than I.

She's 67 anyway, why is she still alive? That's not natural.

I'm getting a license to carry mace--being followed home by the janitor is unsettling.

My clinic is full of Greeks and Agamemnon speaks with the voice of my allegedly concerned receptionist.

I... can't do this.

I am cancelling all appointments and coming home. This is madness.