I'm Not Paranoid, You're Paranoid
The voicemail I've never listened to, yet that's followed me even as I switched carriers, I've only ever partially read. It's that mostly unhelpful feature that transcribes a voicemail to see if you'd like to listen to it or not bother. The voicemail is from April 22, 2019, and I haven't bothered, no, but I still haven't erased it, either. My last post left off as a new patient at a wellness center. This covers a lot of things, I suppose. I only cared that it specialized in treating all aspects of my car accident in August of 2018. There had to be a place to start, though, which was a ton of testing. I apparently referenced it in that last post around February 5. It sounded fairly optimistic, my initial impression. Yes, I even go into the horrors of finding out about those broken links in my brain. I'd tried to schedule testings once a week or every other week. They were exhausting. As I'd mused to a friend, they must be purposely designed to cause...