at 10:30. Until then he didn't have to deal with her drama. He sat down and made a quick cup of green tea. He spoke into his Dictaphone about the appointment and reminded himself to write notes later. He already had 2 appointments today and he had three more patients to see today.
Now he had to deal with the drama of a new patient. Who was next up to see him? Oh it was a new patient who he had talked to briefly on the phone. Dr. Mitchell read the patients file that was sent from another psychologist and he read it quickly. He called him in and put on a smile as nicely as possible. "Oh hello you must be Greg. Please come in and sit down. Hold on one second I have to answer this phone call." Dr. Mitchell said.
Chapter 3: The Doctor is in
I was sitting in the chair waiting patiently for this doctor. Wow these chairs were comfortable. He had to run and make a phone call. That’s what they have secretaries and answering machines for. I guess not today.
“Thank you for waiting Greg. So Greg what brings you here today? What troubles you? If you could explain it in a few sentences to someone else what would you say” said Dr. Mitchell inquisitively.
“Well Doc here’s the thing, I think everything around me is overwhelming me and my very existence. I feel like people are following me and everyone is talking about me. I know it might be all in my head, but it’s becoming overwhelming. I even heard scratching at your locked door and it sounded like there was something or someone calling my name from behind there” I said emphatically.
“Greg, now hold on don’t be silly. That door only has my stuff behind there. I live in the house next door to here that’s connected to the office” said Dr. Mitchell.
I think he seemed alarmed that I mentioned the door. Had no one else ever mentioned the door? Seriously why that door would be locked like that is beyond me? It was especially locked so securely that no one could enter if they wanted to. He must have been hiding something in there he didn’t want anyone to see. Well he must be an idiot if he didn’t think I would find out what was behind that door.
“I am experiencing a lot of issues with depression and anxiety. It’s so overwhelming I don’t even want to leave my house sometimes. Have you ever felt so comfortable with your home that it becomes your sanctuary Doc?” I said with mild anger.
“Yeah but not leaving and not allowing yourself to experience the outside world can be detrimental. Soon that sanctuary becomes your own prison” Dr. Mitchell said with enthusiasm.
“Wow I never thought of it like that. Thanks for the great insight. I guess I should leave more often. I should go out to night clubs or find a hobby. Maybe join a bowling league or something like that.” I said to him heartily.
I still wondered what was behind that door! I knew I wasn’t crazy. I heard scratching and I heard a growling voice. The sound of it sent chills down my spine. The fear of the unknown was worse than anything else. It was rather eerie and unsettling. I know I’m not crazy even though I was waiting to talk to someone about myself. I needed to talk about what was going on with my life. I was on the verge of going insane. I wish he would just tell me about the door. I knew that this appointment was going to be interesting. I wondered if he thought that I was being too nosey. I hoped he didn’t think that.
He looked at me rather puzzled. “You’re the first person that really asked about the door. You have balls Greg. Not sure if you really are insane or just curious. Curiosity killed the cat you know. Believe me I know and it’s a damn shame! I had a cat named Peaches who bit a plugged in lamp and died of electrocution.” Said Dr. Mitchell sarcastically. I’m not sure if he was being sarcastic, serious, or a little of
Now he had to deal with the drama of a new patient. Who was next up to see him? Oh it was a new patient who he had talked to briefly on the phone. Dr. Mitchell read the patients file that was sent from another psychologist and he read it quickly. He called him in and put on a smile as nicely as possible. "Oh hello you must be Greg. Please come in and sit down. Hold on one second I have to answer this phone call." Dr. Mitchell said.
Chapter 3: The Doctor is in
I was sitting in the chair waiting patiently for this doctor. Wow these chairs were comfortable. He had to run and make a phone call. That’s what they have secretaries and answering machines for. I guess not today.
“Thank you for waiting Greg. So Greg what brings you here today? What troubles you? If you could explain it in a few sentences to someone else what would you say” said Dr. Mitchell inquisitively.
“Well Doc here’s the thing, I think everything around me is overwhelming me and my very existence. I feel like people are following me and everyone is talking about me. I know it might be all in my head, but it’s becoming overwhelming. I even heard scratching at your locked door and it sounded like there was something or someone calling my name from behind there” I said emphatically.
“Greg, now hold on don’t be silly. That door only has my stuff behind there. I live in the house next door to here that’s connected to the office” said Dr. Mitchell.
I think he seemed alarmed that I mentioned the door. Had no one else ever mentioned the door? Seriously why that door would be locked like that is beyond me? It was especially locked so securely that no one could enter if they wanted to. He must have been hiding something in there he didn’t want anyone to see. Well he must be an idiot if he didn’t think I would find out what was behind that door.
“I am experiencing a lot of issues with depression and anxiety. It’s so overwhelming I don’t even want to leave my house sometimes. Have you ever felt so comfortable with your home that it becomes your sanctuary Doc?” I said with mild anger.
“Yeah but not leaving and not allowing yourself to experience the outside world can be detrimental. Soon that sanctuary becomes your own prison” Dr. Mitchell said with enthusiasm.
“Wow I never thought of it like that. Thanks for the great insight. I guess I should leave more often. I should go out to night clubs or find a hobby. Maybe join a bowling league or something like that.” I said to him heartily.
I still wondered what was behind that door! I knew I wasn’t crazy. I heard scratching and I heard a growling voice. The sound of it sent chills down my spine. The fear of the unknown was worse than anything else. It was rather eerie and unsettling. I know I’m not crazy even though I was waiting to talk to someone about myself. I needed to talk about what was going on with my life. I was on the verge of going insane. I wish he would just tell me about the door. I knew that this appointment was going to be interesting. I wondered if he thought that I was being too nosey. I hoped he didn’t think that.
He looked at me rather puzzled. “You’re the first person that really asked about the door. You have balls Greg. Not sure if you really are insane or just curious. Curiosity killed the cat you know. Believe me I know and it’s a damn shame! I had a cat named Peaches who bit a plugged in lamp and died of electrocution.” Said Dr. Mitchell sarcastically. I’m not sure if he was being sarcastic, serious, or a little of
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