Sailor, set your sails.

The tiny, unassuming clinic sat down a flight of small steps, nestled in an alleyway between a delicatessen and physiotherapists. Though the building was brand new, the space was cramped, it’s narrow corridors easily spanned a single arm length wide. “This assistant smiles too much,” I thought to myself bitterly as the smiling medical office assistant took my picture. I managed a grim smile and lowered myself into one of the two chairs in their claustrophobic sitting nook. The week long migraines I had been suffering from looming threateningly in the background. My vision flashed. I would be alarmed, if this wasn’t the third month of paralysis, pain, and flashing…