The Other Me
‘The Good Doctor’ iii. Inside Dr Victor’s consulting room, I told Dr Victor what had happened. Dr Victor listened stoically. It could’ve been any other appointment, bar for the gravity of his expression. Then he asked me questions about whether I’d had any other symptoms. Had I heard voices? No, I told him, but just that he could ask that question worried me into thinking that I might hear voices. I asked him what I should do if I do. He told me to ignore them. That didn’t seem helpful at all. I said I couldn’t believe I felt this way, because I hadn’t been too bad in the weeks…
The Other Me
‘The Good Doctor’ ii. I got to the hospital, checked in, and took a seat. It was just me and a nurse in the waiting-room. The amount of people always varied in this waiting room. Being crazy must’ve been a seasonal thing. Then the nurse left, and I was alone. I sat back. Ran my finger down the contour of the plastic chair to the right of me. Wondered how long I’d have to wait. And then felt like I was shoved, only I was still sitting in the same spot. What had been shunted from me – shunted as it’d been pounded out of me by a speeding train…