Two Hundred & Thirty Seven

Theme: Aunt Irma

So I went to the doctors and guess what they tried to do? Just palm me off with more painkillers. I felt like going postal. They won't give me the pill so the whole trip there was pointless. I am fuming. What am I meant to do about work? I can't keep having days off. 


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