My psychiatrist died at the end of April. Today, I called my clinic to schedule an appointment with him. I phoned the office and the man on the other end of the line told me, “I’m sorry, but Dr.
Chen has passed away from the virus.” That wasn’t the response I was expecting and I was taken aback. I was so numb the only thing I could say was, “Oh my god!” After the phone call, I felt so shaken up.
I didn’t know what to do. I ended up taking a long walk and going to two bakeries, buying a bag of pastries and eating half of it miserably at home.
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