Write Something Every Day - 005
Aha! Up early. Feeling it now, though. Gonna' get this knocked out so there'll be no worries come Battlestar Galactica time later.
Okay. So instead of being able to be at a keyboard this morning, I'm in another doctor's office. Don't really know how this may affect my writing, but there you have it.
"It always comes back to those numbers with you, doesn't it, Doc?"
14:28 2mg Dilaudid administered orally
"Hm? Oh, yes. I guess it does, Joseph. I guess it does."
"A bit distracted today, are we, Doc? You haven't called me that in a long while, James."
"My apologies, Doctor Max. I guess I'm just a little distracted."
"Isn't that supposed to be my job?"
"Not necessarily so, but your point is taken. So, how are we -"
"Ah, ah, ah," Doctor Max said with a slight mocking tone.
"Ahem. How are you, Doctor Max?"
"Better. Today is definitely better. Thank you."
"Good. Good. So no thoughts of -"
"Nope. None of those nasty maladaptive thoughts. And other than the polar bear standing outside the door to your office, not seeing anything that isn't there.
"How would one know they were seeing something that wasn't there anyway, James. That question has always confused me.
"I mean really? If the polar bear looks like a polar bear, smells like a polar bear, and tastes like a polar bear, why would someone question the fact that it's a polar bear? Besides the obvious reasoning that polar bears rarely use doors that is."
"Well, Doctor Max that normally depends upon the person. Usually in the cases of full auditory-visual hallucinations, the person in question will sense that something is amiss. Or more frequently, the hallucination only lasts for a few seconds.
"Something that's there one minute, and then not the next is usually a key giveaway."
"You mean like this?"
James blinked in surprise as he found himself staring at an empty chair.
"Doctor Max?"
He glanced down to the clock screen saver on his monitor. 1:57 PM quietly stared back at him. The blotter pad on his desk caught his eye. Growing even more confused he wondered how long he had been doodling. Numbers were scrawled everywhere. Some in his precise hand, others in the ragged scrawl of a child, one particular number eight had been traced so many times the paper had torn.
James barely registered the door opening and someone walking in. He knew he had a proclivity to doodle and daydream sometimes, but this - this was different.
"You gettin' to be psychic, Doc? I could have swore you call for me as I right before I got to the door."
"I- I did actually, Doctor Max."
Doctor Max had continued into the office and sat in the chair provided for all patients. He leaned forward a little to avail himself a better view of the desk, or rather, the pad on the desk.
"It always comes back to those numbers with you, doesn't it Doc?"
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Okay. So instead of being able to be at a keyboard this morning, I'm in another doctor's office. Don't really know how this may affect my writing, but there you have it.
"It always comes back to those numbers with you, doesn't it, Doc?"
14:28 2mg Dilaudid administered orally
"Hm? Oh, yes. I guess it does, Joseph. I guess it does."
"A bit distracted today, are we, Doc? You haven't called me that in a long while, James."
"My apologies, Doctor Max. I guess I'm just a little distracted."
"Isn't that supposed to be my job?"
"Not necessarily so, but your point is taken. So, how are we -"
"Ah, ah, ah," Doctor Max said with a slight mocking tone.
"Ahem. How are you, Doctor Max?"
"Better. Today is definitely better. Thank you."
"Good. Good. So no thoughts of -"
"Nope. None of those nasty maladaptive thoughts. And other than the polar bear standing outside the door to your office, not seeing anything that isn't there.
"How would one know they were seeing something that wasn't there anyway, James. That question has always confused me.
"I mean really? If the polar bear looks like a polar bear, smells like a polar bear, and tastes like a polar bear, why would someone question the fact that it's a polar bear? Besides the obvious reasoning that polar bears rarely use doors that is."
"Well, Doctor Max that normally depends upon the person. Usually in the cases of full auditory-visual hallucinations, the person in question will sense that something is amiss. Or more frequently, the hallucination only lasts for a few seconds.
"Something that's there one minute, and then not the next is usually a key giveaway."
"You mean like this?"
James blinked in surprise as he found himself staring at an empty chair.
"Doctor Max?"
He glanced down to the clock screen saver on his monitor. 1:57 PM quietly stared back at him. The blotter pad on his desk caught his eye. Growing even more confused he wondered how long he had been doodling. Numbers were scrawled everywhere. Some in his precise hand, others in the ragged scrawl of a child, one particular number eight had been traced so many times the paper had torn.
James barely registered the door opening and someone walking in. He knew he had a proclivity to doodle and daydream sometimes, but this - this was different.
"You gettin' to be psychic, Doc? I could have swore you call for me as I right before I got to the door."
"I- I did actually, Doctor Max."
Doctor Max had continued into the office and sat in the chair provided for all patients. He leaned forward a little to avail himself a better view of the desk, or rather, the pad on the desk.
"It always comes back to those numbers with you, doesn't it Doc?"
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