Chapter 1: The appointment
I was sitting there in a chair waiting for my doctor’s appointment with Dr. Mitchell. He's a psychologist and this will be the first time we will meet. He's rather good from what I heard. I'm anxiously waiting, but I’m unsure if this was still a good idea. I was told by many people I should see someone for a counseling session, but I was too stubborn to listen. I also didn’t like one review that referred to him as Freudian Jesus. I think I read too many reviews on Angie’s list. Either that or I trolled the internet and social media too much. I wanted the best person for the job and I wasn't leaving until I talked to him.
So I sat there anxiously waiting in a cozy leather chair. I was drinking coffee and watching the clock. It was 10:35 and he was late. I can't believe he was making me wait. I hate waiting for people. I heard that patience is a virtue, but I didn't have much patience. Maybe that's why I wasn't a doctor and he was. Ok back track that because that’s what a paranoid delusional person would say. I was sitting there waiting with a cup of breakfast blend coffee I made in the doctors prized Keurig coffee maker. The thing was a piece of crap. It took two times to make one large cup of coffee. I think it had been used so much it needed to be replaced soon. Nothing like having a cup of freshly brewed coffee. The smell of fresh coffee wakes me up. I didn't drink coffee often. Soda and energy drinks were my vice. I sometimes put way too much sugar and cream in my coffee. Some people joked with me, asking if I wanted some coffee to go with my sugar and cream.
As I sat there waiting there was a door that was locked with multiple locks. Who locks a door with a padlock and a bolt lock? Nobody I know locks things away unless they’re trying to keep someone out or keep something in. Great, the paranoia is setting in again! This is why I really need to speak to someone. Whoever the hell is holding up this doctor better have a five alarm emergency! Seriously, this patient better be bat-shit crazy.
Avoiding curiosity was never my strong point. I was overwhelmed with a rush of flooding emotions. What could be behind that door? I tapped on the door. That was probably not a good idea. I heard a tap back and what sounded like a scratching sound. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me. I'm sure I heard a knock back though. About a minute later I heard a low growl and what sounded like my name. It hissed "Greg, let me out". How in the hell did it know my name. I really hope the doctor came soon I think I was losing it.
Chapter 2: Dr. Mitchell
Dr. Mitchell pensively sat listening to the problems of Mildred. He had dreaded her visits but he would feel bad if he referred her. He didn't care hearing about her failed marriages, dead husband, older children, or sickly cat. Mildred was full of drama and she was a hypochondriac. She had a house full of cats and they were her life. She thought people were following her, she thought everyone was angry with her, and she believed that someone was out to kill her. She brought the problems on to herself. Her oldest daughter was an alcoholic, her youngest son died of an overdose, and her widowed husband’s son robs her blind. She creates her own chaos, but Dr. Mitchell can't help but listen and try and help her. He’s entertained by her like a soap opera. He also can't help but laugh uncontrollably on the inside. Finally his session was done for the day. "We're done for today Mildred. The sand has reached the bottom of the hour glass and time is precious. My people await me. Let’s make an appointment for two weeks from now. I look forward to talking to you again really soon" said Dr. Mitchell. He gave her an appointment for August 15th
I was sitting there in a chair waiting for my doctor’s appointment with Dr. Mitchell. He's a psychologist and this will be the first time we will meet. He's rather good from what I heard. I'm anxiously waiting, but I’m unsure if this was still a good idea. I was told by many people I should see someone for a counseling session, but I was too stubborn to listen. I also didn’t like one review that referred to him as Freudian Jesus. I think I read too many reviews on Angie’s list. Either that or I trolled the internet and social media too much. I wanted the best person for the job and I wasn't leaving until I talked to him.
So I sat there anxiously waiting in a cozy leather chair. I was drinking coffee and watching the clock. It was 10:35 and he was late. I can't believe he was making me wait. I hate waiting for people. I heard that patience is a virtue, but I didn't have much patience. Maybe that's why I wasn't a doctor and he was. Ok back track that because that’s what a paranoid delusional person would say. I was sitting there waiting with a cup of breakfast blend coffee I made in the doctors prized Keurig coffee maker. The thing was a piece of crap. It took two times to make one large cup of coffee. I think it had been used so much it needed to be replaced soon. Nothing like having a cup of freshly brewed coffee. The smell of fresh coffee wakes me up. I didn't drink coffee often. Soda and energy drinks were my vice. I sometimes put way too much sugar and cream in my coffee. Some people joked with me, asking if I wanted some coffee to go with my sugar and cream.
As I sat there waiting there was a door that was locked with multiple locks. Who locks a door with a padlock and a bolt lock? Nobody I know locks things away unless they’re trying to keep someone out or keep something in. Great, the paranoia is setting in again! This is why I really need to speak to someone. Whoever the hell is holding up this doctor better have a five alarm emergency! Seriously, this patient better be bat-shit crazy.
Avoiding curiosity was never my strong point. I was overwhelmed with a rush of flooding emotions. What could be behind that door? I tapped on the door. That was probably not a good idea. I heard a tap back and what sounded like a scratching sound. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me. I'm sure I heard a knock back though. About a minute later I heard a low growl and what sounded like my name. It hissed "Greg, let me out". How in the hell did it know my name. I really hope the doctor came soon I think I was losing it.
Chapter 2: Dr. Mitchell
Dr. Mitchell pensively sat listening to the problems of Mildred. He had dreaded her visits but he would feel bad if he referred her. He didn't care hearing about her failed marriages, dead husband, older children, or sickly cat. Mildred was full of drama and she was a hypochondriac. She had a house full of cats and they were her life. She thought people were following her, she thought everyone was angry with her, and she believed that someone was out to kill her. She brought the problems on to herself. Her oldest daughter was an alcoholic, her youngest son died of an overdose, and her widowed husband’s son robs her blind. She creates her own chaos, but Dr. Mitchell can't help but listen and try and help her. He’s entertained by her like a soap opera. He also can't help but laugh uncontrollably on the inside. Finally his session was done for the day. "We're done for today Mildred. The sand has reached the bottom of the hour glass and time is precious. My people await me. Let’s make an appointment for two weeks from now. I look forward to talking to you again really soon" said Dr. Mitchell. He gave her an appointment for August 15th
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