Hi all
Regular posters here will know I have plenty of noteworthy episodes over my many years of therapy .
Yesterday was no exception 😱
This was my first appt since the "incident ".
It was a beautiful day , sunny , fresh and a little breezy . I was wearing a lovely long knitted scarf fashionably slung loosely around neck.
As I approached doc's offices , a lady with a pram was exiting through the auto sliding door. I stepped aside politely to allow her room .
Once she was safely through I stepped inside-
what I failed to notice was my beautiful scarf had snagged on a bush when I moved aside .
You can now visualise the following which incidentally happened in slow motion and simultaneously.
Two or three steps in door begins to close - no worries I'm in .
Oh no! Dragon lady is at reception! Ok be cool . Two steps to desk and I'm no longer moving - in fact I'm going backwards . WTH ?
"Dragon lady" looks up with fixed smile to greet until she sees it's me and an ever so slight narrowing of her eyes began and then ...
She points , I turn with difficulty, to see my beautiful scarf being chewed up by the auto door. My first instinct is to yank scarf free, but remembering how long it took me to find just the right colour and texture I did the only thing I could .
" OMG help me . My scarf is stuck! " I screamed- insert swear words here.
For a moment nothing happened. As my scarf tightened around my neck, my life flashed before my eyes. How ironic if this is how it ends.
Contemplating my mortality I failed to notice Dragon lady had leaped the counter and was approaching me with scissors. She was going to have her revenge. Too many witnesses surely ?
The door was making a weird noise or was that me ? Time stood still as Dragon lady lurched forward a manic look on her face and then ...
She started hacking at my scarf !!
" Noooooo ! " too late . My beautiful scarf was now in two pieces. Half still stuck in door and the other half had taken on the look of a balaclava as it inched up my neck.
Silence in waiting room was now at fever pitch. Then I did the only thing I could do . I walked up to door and pressed big RED button , yes a release button , just for future reference, retrieved remains of scarf , turned and strode to nearest seat.
Casually I selected a Motoring magazine , casually flipping pages and prayed that a giant sink hole would swallow the whole building .
Unfortunately this was just the beginning
Stressless
