I suppose I'll try to to talk to my partner, that was there with me, that day. I have him again, today, for the night shift. He's been there a while, so maybe he can tell me what I can do.
I hope it's not to talk to one of those psychiatrists that came out for the CISD. I'm not talking to either of those fucking pricks. I swear I won't.
And I don't want to see a psychiatrist again, anyone of them. I hate talking to them. They make me feel so small and stupid, even though I realize that they want to help me. I used to see a good one, Sosnoevski. She's a good woman, and all... but I was so proud of not having to see one anymore. I dreaded going there.
I'll find out, tonight, what I'm doing. I suppose I can let you guys know what's going on when I come back at 7:15-ish am.
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