Manic Monday

I was on my way to work the other day, whistling to keep my spirits up, when…

…five police cars with their blue lights flashing and sirens blaring went speeding through the crossroads. Then two ambulances followed about half a minute behind. Then came another three police cars.

It felt like we were downtown New York. Was there a bank being robbed? Was there some horrendous pile-up on the South Circular? Was it a terrorist act?

I have no idea – but it kind of shook me. Something was going on nearby. I have no idea what it was, maybe I never will, but there must have been something terrible happening.

Moments later, I arrived at work with my pulse still racing, and have to pretend that there is nothing wrong in the world, and that I am all ready to be enthusiastic and energetic about dispensing blood pressure tablets and anti-depressants. This is a sick world, and I know because of the bucket loads of drugs we have to hand out to help people funtcion.

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