I try to concentrate over the sound blood racing through my ears, flowing a mile a minute in time with my anxiety. I mentally stabilise my fingers; they tremble, nonetheless. With my glasses on and tweezers gripped between my thumb and index finger, I return to the task at hand. With as much precision as I can manage, I line up the sticker and start adhering it to the drink bottle. Damn, I’ve messed it up. Again.

 

It’s still crooked. Before the glue can set, I gently peel it off and get ready to try again. I don’t know how many tries I have left before all the stickiness is gone but I fear this is my last one. Back to it, I try to concentrate over the sound of blood racing through my ears, flowing a mile a minute.