Bummed.
Big fat, depressed, bummed.
First medical review, took my blood pressure and weight and had to pour my heart out to my Doctor.
Not fun. Not me.
I am a pretty closed type, really; I was bought up the north side of the famous quote “never air your dirty laundry in public.”
It makes it quite hard to open up and show vulnerability in front of strangers.
When I said my Doctor, I need to clarify this is not a friendly neighbourhood general practitioner that slapped my ass on the day I was born and has seen me through every twitch from adolescence to adulthood.
This is Harlow; you get what you get from the people willing to work here.
Ok, I had better give some context to that.
How do I explain what living in Harlow is like?
Well, its got three seasons for a start:
- Not so hot
- Fucking hot
- Monsoon seasons
Really, I shit you not, that’s it. It’s always a combination of the three things:
- Comfortably warm
- Cook muffins in a tray on the dash of your car whilst at work
- Below 30 degrees celcius in the “Monsoon Season”, everyone and everything smells like a bloody wet dog.
Harlow is remote and coastal. Its geographical environment is semi-arid.
Harlow and its surrounding districts are very rich in resources and commodities.
So half of the population has been here since the comet hit the dinosaurs; the second fluid element moves in and out as the resource and commodities sector demands.
About nine thousand of that population work in the district for the Company; we’ve (fuck what I am saying, still drinking the cool-aid, they’ve) seven hubs and two outposts.
So the Company is a bit bit player in Harlow. I last week, I walked out on the boss of the whole gambit. I am royally screwed.
Anyhoo I digress; Doctor did a blood pressure test and weight screen, plus shone a shiny thingy into my eyes. Im stressed, really? No kidding.
In short. Meds upped, and I have to get my stress under control; otherwise, it’s going to kill me, other than the apparent stress twitches and itches.
Im going to bed. With my sweet ass fabric softened sheets.
Surviving Harlow 