I spend 2 days a week in a private practice.
I am busy seeing Patient 1.
Patient 1 sees mouse running next to wall.
Patient 1 tells me about mouse.
Patient 1 laughs.
I am embarrassed. For screaming and because there is a mouse in the room.
Patient 1 leaves.
I stand on chair and scan room for mouse.
I see mouse.
I chase mouse and he runs behind boxes. Damn.
30 min later.
I see mouse coming towards me and stand on my chair again.
Patient 2 walks into room.
I apologise for standing on chair and make a random excuse as to why I am standing on chair.
Patient 2 seems skeptical of my medical knowledge.
Patient 2 leaves.
Call receptionist to help me with mouse.
Receptionist is scared too.
Mouse is only about 5cm long, really tiny, but still really scary.
I name him George.
He is cute. but only from far away.
Spend rest of day with legs tucked onto chair.
6pm and time to go home.
As I pick up my bag, George runs from under bag. I scream again.
Will George be there tomorrow?