So Kitkat told me to give in...ya'll up for me just posting the rest of this? Or should I drag it out?
Dr. Swan, Jasper, as he insisted I call him, turned out to be very likeable.
Especially by my sister.
By the end of the meeting, I'd decided she hadn't participated as my safety net, but as a doting doe eyed school girl with her first crush.
I think they exchanged numbers when I carried the tea service back to the kitchen.
Alice certainly had a dreamy smile on her face when she left shortly after him.
Chiraptophobia.
That's what he'd diagnosed me with.
To quote him, he'd said that 'dizziness, heart palpitations, intense fear and a sense of doom' were all perfectly normal with this disorder.
He'd also said, quite bluntly, that it was 'all in my noggin.'
No meds were needed.
We just needed to 'root out the source and squash it.'
He was a little odd, admittedly.
Who wasn't?