Anyway, it didn’t matter now as I could give a first-hand account. As I lay prostrate in the chair I felt as though I was having an out of body experience. I stared skywards. Allowing the scenario to be played out around me, I was conscious but I didn’t feel it. Stuff was happening around me, I could hear it, but in my mind’s eye I’d clocked out. The edges were becoming blurred. I can remember feeling drunk and dizzy, warm and cosy, but very sleepy yet almost comfortable in my own bubble of existence. I wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep. The past ten months had been incredibly difficult. What must I have done in a former life to deserve this? It must have been a bad thing. I didn’t understand back then, but OCD was raising its ugly head again. It just couldn’t resist the opportunity to hurt me. Oh no, please, go away, please! The next thing I can remember was the pain returning and a crack. I was no longer tired, but the jaw was back in place...
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