‘Hello, Panic, My Old Friend’ viii. As the weeks went on, I improved. I kept taking my medicine, kept getting acupuncture and kept drinking the acupuncturist’s brews. The pain in my head cleared gradually, the way a clogged head clears from a bad flu. Then I was up and about, doing things – no matter how small. Like shaving to maintain a goatee. Even something as simple as that made me feel as if I was taking care of myself, although I kept a goatee for the sake of having something I had to force myself to do to take care of myself. Soon, I rediscovered my enthusiasm. Of course,…