Doctor’s orders - It’s therapeutic - Part 1
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re here. I went through the file you’ve filled in the lounge earlier. Mid-thirties, healthy, single. Am I right so far? Please say if I’m wrong with anything.” the doctor said and waited for Stan’s answer.
“You are. But I didn’t get your full name yet” Stan said as he pointed to where the doctor name tag was.
“You’re right, my name is Doctor Mitchel, but you can just call me doc. “ he answered, not telling his full name.
Stan was so tired and exhausted, he’d just let it slide.
“From the medical records and the form you filled, I can see you had some kind of a breakdown. Do you want to tell me about it?” doc asked.
“It’s all there, but if you want to hear it, my life is very stressful, especially my job. Sometimes I think maybe nothing is really stressful and it’s all in my head. Nonetheless, it is how I feel. So last week I drove to the fucking desert to see the stars shining with my own eyes, where’s nobody around. Does it sound strange? “ Stan asked as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“It certainly not, you needed to have some kind of a release.“ the doc said as he didn’t move any muscle.
“So why am I here then?” Stan asked and took a big breath.
“The police had found you wandering on foot, in the middle of nowhere, at 4 am. I can understand your stress or at least the fact that you feel stressed. But we have people who are worried about us, and a government who also worries. So we need to check that everything is alright with you. Can you understand that now?” a little tone of care was noticeable in the doctor’s voice.
Stan took ten seconds to himself.
He knew something wasn’t right.
He knew he acted really strange lately, but now other people noticed it as well.
Maybe he needed help.
“So, can I go now, or do I need to stay another day?” Stan asked.
“The way I see it, you have two choices. One, you can stay here with me in the hospital, where I can try helping you a little with a new approach that I’m studying for stress release. The second choice is you turning my offer down, and go talk to the social worker who’s waiting in the hallway. What she’s got to say, I really don’t know. But if I had to guess, my offer is probably better for you.” the doctor said and put his hand over his knees, waiting for Stan’s answer.
Stan knew he had a problem, a problem that only a doctor can solve, and he hoped that doctor Mitchel can be that doctor.
“I’m here, you’re here, maybe I do need help, and I clearly don’t want to go back just yet. ” Stan said.
“Great! Let me tell the social worker that you are staying, for now, then I’ll explain everything.” the doc said as he walked to the door, opened it, said something to the person outside, then came back towards Stan.
The doc raised his hand as a sign to come with him, then he led them both to the corridor.
“I’ll be very straightforward for the beginning. I’m leading a new type of therapy, a very unconventional one, a type a therapy that can see very strange and odd. The more I’ll talk about it, the chances you’ll decline my offer will rise. So, the moment you’ll see what I’m talking about, that would be your moment to say if you are all in or out. But please remember, the therapy, my way, it’s therapeutic. You’ll gain your strength back way faster than any therapy. “ doc explained it all with a shine in his eyes.
The way the doctor talked, Stan was fascinated. It was like the doctor had charmed him someway. Stan did want to get better. To be less stressed.
The two walked for about five more minutes, as they entered a new ward. A white door was in front of them.
“Are you ready to see your new room for the next two weeks? Remember, it’s therapeutic.” doc asked with a big smile on his face.
The doctor opened the door and revealed a giant nursery.
It was a huge room, and yes it was a nursery, but clearly not for a normal baby. Everything was super-sized. From the crib to the changing table. The toys to the teddy bears. There was even a stroller in the corner of the giant room. Everything was colorful, such a contrast from the hospital, but especially from Stan’s life. His home and office were industrially decorated.
It was weird, it was odd, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into, but Stan looked around the room and just smiled.