Dr Cross

Hi everyone, it's a beautiful day here in London, deceptively warm in our living room where the sun is pouring through the windows, I know it is chilly outside though as I always have to sleep with the windows open, no matter how freezing it is outside, I have to have that fresh air blowing on my face. Central heating is the best invention ever, but it tends to make things dry and stuffy, not good for a person who suffers from headaches.
Shortly after Gerald and I got together, I had to go and see a specialist at the neurological hospital because my headaches were so bad that I had convinced myself that I had a brain tumour or something. I had waited ages for the appointment, and Gerald said he would come with me for some support.The consultant was a very stern man, who didn't seem very amused that I had brought someone in with me, I could tell he thought I was making a fuss about nothing, anyway he agreed that I could go for a scan to put my mind at rest. He decided to do a quick examination on me and for some reason I just got the giggles, I just could not stop, but because I was trying to disguise the fact I was laughing, it made me seem really tense. Poor Dr Cross, he was trying to test my reflexes and the more he told me to relax , the more and more I giggled, he must have thought I was a lunatic, and the more I tried to stop myself, the worse it became, I couldn't even look at Gerald, it was so funny. Needless to say, I dreaded all my subsequent appointments, in case the same thing happened again.