A/N: Pics & video are up on my blog and my FB group
Since I couldn't go home to my own house because of the cast and crutches, I was going to be staying with Emmett for a few weeks until the doctor put me in a walking cast.
He gave me explicit warnings that I was not allowed to make purchases and have them delivered to his home while I stayed with him.
He never said anything about me having them delivered to my house though, so I readily agreed.
Since I wasn't going in to work for the first few days, Dad came over to visit, and I suspect make sure I called Dr. Brandon and Ms. Swan…which I hadn't done.
I won't lie, I was putting it off…it scared me to know I would have to bring these people…these complete strangers into my home.
As soon as Dad heard I hadn't made the phone calls, he put the business cards and my cell phone in front of me, and then sat to make sure I made the calls.
I talked with Dr. Brandon for about twenty minutes, and she seemed nice enough. I made an appointment to go to her office for an initial session later in the week.
Ms. Swan seemed nice too, and it made me feel a bit better to know that she specialized in cases like mine, where people had…issues…with getting rid of things. She also told me to call her Bella, and not Ms. Swan.
She was familiar with Dr. Brandon, and had worked with her before. My first appointment with Bella wouldn't be for a week, since she wanted me to have at least one session with Dr. Brandon first before tackling actually getting rid of things.
Just the thought of having to throw or give away any of my things made my skin crawl, but Dad seemed proud of me for making the calls, so I guess that counts for something.
He left shortly after, and I immediately went to the tv and checked out the Home Shopping Network. My anxiety from just thinking about these upcoming appointments and what they would mean was through the roof, and I knew a quick shopping fix would calm me right down.
I flipped to the shopping network just in time for the daily special…a 14 piece set of Ginsu knives.
They were just calling to me, looking sparkly and shiny and new under the set lights.
Before I knew it I was calling the phone number to order.
After several rings I was connected with a representative, and when asked how many sets of the knives I wanted to purchase…I told her seven.
After giving over my credit card information for my purchase, which totaled a whopping $620, I hung up the phone, and while my anxiety was gone…the guilt was flooding in.
Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing after all that I made those phone calls after all.
A/N: Chapter 4 will be up tomorrow.