I was in a bind. Perhaps it was paranoia on my part but I suspected something was amiss in my pursuit of prescriptionsl sleepers. I decided to act on that feeling cancelled where I was going and requested an appointment with a female doctor, strict as fuck, cold, the Thatcher level of iron lady ruthlessness. I had two hours to go before a showdown with the iron lady. This was a situation from hell and I often find that when a situation from hell is thrust upon one without warning one purely through no choice steps up to the challenge. This doctor was the harshest of the harsh when it came to prescribing sleepers. Last time  I was in with her she was engaged with three people, stopped immediately what she was doing at my appearance and said ” Didn’t we only meet recently and I told you that I hate prescribing sleeping pills”, somehow I talked her around to my side and had noticed that she was attracted. Even an iron lady will bestow preferential treatment on men they are attracted to. I hit the bathroom with the Gillette no 5 fusion, the most expensive razor but if you buy cheap you buy twice and I wanted to be not just clean shaven but immaculately clean shaven. I styled my hair also immaculately, nice clothes, deodorant, cologne, I cut a dashing figure. I got into the iron lady doctor, those last few seconds where a situation moves from the abstract to this is now going to  happen were torturous. Her door opened, I walked in with a smile on my face saying ” Doctor I’d like to take this opportunity to…” She went to cut across me, fuck, here we go, resistance, I thought to myself. ” What pharmacy will I send the prescription to?” She said in a warm voice. “Thank you doctor, send it to. Business good doctor? The waiting room is congested” I said. She became giddy, giggly, giddy as a schoolgirl, ” ha ha, I mean, ha ha, I don’t know why today is so busy, ha ha, you’re looking good” she said. I was out of the bind, that is until the next time

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