Man today was a shit day. I spent the last two.5 hours of my life listening to a lady tell me about her Disassociative Identity Disorder. Here is the sort of thing she felt it necessary to tell me, a stranger:

"See here's the weird thing. Part of me is five years old, and that five year old me has diabetes. But the rest of me doesn't. So if the five year old is out when I get tested, the results will say I have diabetes, but if the five year old isn't out the results will say I don't. That's why they don't believe me when I say I have cancer. Why the tests keep coming back negative. They keep testing the wrong parts."

I drew this in that two-and-a-half-hour time span during which I was not allowed to talk.

I guess this guy is an expression of my inner exhaustion and muted anger.