Find a Nearby Tower!

First...some lyrics that came to mind today:

In a little while from now,
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it's like when your shattered...

Had to order some more drugs, running out. Just registered with a new clinic so had to see the nurse for the first time. (Bundle of fun she was! Proper matron type). She scanned through my notes with a lot of eye-brow raising, the odd 'hmmm' here and there, then went into her practiced lecture about diabetes. I sat disinterested, heard it a thousand times and tried every now and then to get a word in edgeways...
"My....", "My wife....", "My...", "yes...my wife's...", then I skipped that part in my final attempt and just carried on in the hope she may have picked up from the first four attempts..."....a nurse." I spat out rapidly. That did the trick.
"Oh" she says with a look of disbelief, almost as if to follow it with "...are you sure?" I smile and nod, relieved that I am saved form the remainder of the lecture. I'm a captive audience whist having blood pressure taken. Question after question, and I was getting bored and needed some fun, a distraction.

Out of the blue, she asks
"Have trouble getting up in the morning?"
"I don't" says I.
"No trouble." she clarifies, not so much a question.
"No...I don't get up in the morning" I replied mischievously and delighted that I have caught her out with a wease!
Stern look comes across the corner of the table where my (now) vulnerable and exposed arm is rested, her with a syringe in her hand.
"Ever feel depressed?" she continued...
"Hell yeah!... have you met my wife?" I quip in an effort to make it absolutely clear that I was now in comedy mode. Mistake.
She obviously only hears the "Hell yeah!" part, as she steps it up a gear...
"Eating well?"
I want to pat my stomach and ask "What do you think?", but only do the former accompanied by a nod.
"Ever feel you can't be bothered to look after yourself?" she continued..
This woman is now scaring me..."letting yourself go?...." she adds.
Now I don't know what to answer. I'm a little dissappointed that she hadn't noticed I had double spruced myself up for this meeting being unsure if I would be needing to get into any kind of undressed state for examination, so wanted to be safe not sorry.
however, I can only stutter, "no no no no!". in my manliest possible voice.
She has me cornered (metaphorically). "Maybe we should make you an appointment with our Psychiatrist?....they can really help." she says sympathetically.
I manage to convince her I am fine, not in need of help and escape to the safety of the street.

Dismissed it all. Did some work, and looked at some shots I had taken earlier in the day.

There in the middle of a batch was a shot of me, stepping in for a test shot....looking dishevelled, unshaven, hadn't brushed my hair...all pre my earlier double sprucing up! She was right...I did look a mess.

Maybe I am a manic depressive? I do lay in bed too long, sometimes....no hang on...often! How long is too long?! I don't shave every day if I haven't got meetings. Is that not looking after yourself? Sometimes I go all day wthout eating, today included, I thought based on not being hungry!? Maybe I do need to see the doc? maybe I should go find the nearest Tower! I am shattered - a broken man!

Took me hours to come down (the tower), only because Tom, completely unrelated, happened to mention to me his favourite Oscar Wilde quotation...
"Madam, I may well be drunk, but in the morning I will be sober, and you will still be ugly!"

It reminded me of my day. :)

So here it is, my first full SP - Sorry to all those who were expecting a James Bond lookalike, I realise you'll be disappointed, but my wife loves me!