Group session was typical

Just another Tuesday, literally.

Every Tuesday, rain or shine, I have a group session with some other fellows.

I don’t know how they select the members of our group. We don’t seem to have much in common for sure. In fact, we don’t say much in the session. I’m not afraid to talk but they told me that if I keep talking they are going to cinch up the straps alittle tighter and increase my meds. So I just sit there, generally, unless they specifically ask me a question or if I have to tell Bruce to stop drooling on my me.

The person that leads the group is some woman that ‘says’ she’s a doctor, but who knows? There’s no stethoscope around her neck and she has no idea what schistosomiasis even is? I asked her.

But I heard that the court order is being reversed on Billy, Jimbo and even Bruce because there’s an issue with the leader not willing to be vaccinated and will choose to get fired rather than follow the demands of the administrators. I thought the button she wares saying “My Body, My Choice” was for her ‘reproductive rights’ as the politicians say. It’s all so confusing at group session.

I admit, I will kinda miss the warn, cuddling feeling I get in these sessions. I made a request to keep my jacket to I can recreate the feeling at home. I’m sure one of my readers would be happy to help me buckle up.

Let me know, will ya?

 

 

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