In eleven hours I meet with my Primary for the last time. I may be in denial. I may be feeling a little numb. I may be feeling really sad. I may be feeling a little excited. I may just be really tired.
In eleven hours and fifty minutes, I leave C4 and float in some weird mental health limbo for the next four days until my "Intake Evaluation" at some city clinic in the ghetto.
Eleven hours.
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Actually because of no health insurance.
And clinic transfer due to the fact that I moved out of C4's area and my Primary's internship finished up at C4.
Thanks for popping in :-)
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