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Dear Me,

Doctor Harms told me to write this even if it felt weird, so here it goes. If you’re reading this… it means it happened just like he said it would. Of course, you’ll have no idea what I’m telling you and I’ll have no idea when you’ll think to open the mail. I hope it’s early in the day.

Doc said I, or should I say “you”, need to call him after a week and schedule a follow up appointment. Just to “evaluate” your (our) progress. He wrote his cell phone number on the back of his card (attached) in case you can’t get in touch with him at the office.

Oh, you’ll probably want to know today’s date – to figure out when a week will be. To solve that problem I’m setting a newspaper by this note. I bought the paper on the way home (he told me to do that too). I guess it’s some sort of “proving” or something like that.

So, if everything goes well, you’ll read this and laugh. But even if you don’t think this is funny, please call Dr. Harms and get “us” help as soon as you can.

Sincerely,

Me

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