T/W: Foul Language, Gore
As I left the clinic, I felt the urge to spit on the sidewalk, but I never followed through because that would have been revolting. The clinic itself wasn't overly helpful, though, since my vision cleared up pretty fast once the doctor started his checkup.
His best guess was that I had retinal or ocular migraine since I temporarily lost my ability to see bullshit. All I got from this checkup was a referral for an MRI that I can guarantee I won't follow through with.
But for now, I needed to figure out not only the specific day it was but also whatever the hell I was doing before I crossed that road. After looking around and getting my barrings, I turned to head back down the block toward Union Station.
