My thyroid gland exploded in a cloud of smoke. A common condition that 1 in 1000 people suffer like herpes or the smell of flowers in spring when the sun wakes up after hibernation. This has not been a winter of ice but a winter of rain. Sky remained the colour of turbochargers and soot. Possibilities are on standby and I’ve lost the remote – I’m absent in the canteen and collapse in the street. I’m dizzy with days and asleep on the bus. My eyelids are leaves falling onto a pond and the drugs work so slowly – I rage against my recovery.
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