LISTENING TO YOUR BODY 001/7, IS TOTALLY WRONG

Well, it was one of those days, you know those ME days, were you think you can do something, but your body tells you NO.

In the CBT world they would say, don’t listen to your body, you don’t know what you feel, and what you feel is wrong or not there or whatever other interesting ideas they have about ME.

However 001/7 is used to listening to his body. The secret service has told him so many times to do that, that it has become second nature to him.

On this day though, he had done too much. And he was knackered. The trouble was, he was too far from home to have a rest. So what to do???

He was rolling around in pain, couldn’t walk anymore and his brain was going into mental shutdown any minute, a sort of meltdown in your head, Chernobyl, but then a bit smaller.

So he had to think on his feet. The solution was actually quite simple and staring him in the face.

He was sneaking around in the CBT KINGDOM, and part of it is a hospital. Well they say it is anyway.

They can’t diagnose things there, but they have plenty of empty beds as people with ME don’t come near the place.

So double oo one seven, 001/7, our master blaster of espionage decided to take the first available one.

He still couldn’t sleep for hours due to these non existent pains, but at least he could lie down.

When he woke up, he was in the TOP DOG’s room with golden tabs, golden whatever you want, and a gigantic picture of the man himself.

Looking down on the world as that is his specialty.

However, he had clearly been going over his photo albums from the past, but he obviously had been in a hurry to write the next episode of the ME soap, for who knows what magazine this time.

Might be the Journal for Car mechanics, but it might also be the one for pregnant red ants, you never know with this TOP DOG.

However, the picture 001/7 found was absolutely amazing, as you can see for yourself, and it explained a lot.

The TOP DOG had tried to earn himself a BOB or two, and when that didn’t work out, he invented that useless talk therapy adventure, but managed to sell it for ELEVEN MILLION BOB to his beer drinking friends at the GOBSART Institute of Excellence.

And that all, because he failed this simple question in a TV show.

Just like he failed his maths, and his literacy. If only he had managed those in the past, what a great world it would have been.