Call Me Mummy

“Precisely that Delilah, if we lament for the souls of our dearly departed, they simply will not hear us. They are dead. They are nothing.”
“But, Doctor” said Delilah “surely in their aspect of nothingness there is something. For the absence of light is darkness, the absence of life is death, in losing our light or life, we become darkness, we become death. Being nothing is being something so why does death have to be so final.”
“Well, Delilah” said the doctor “I’m only a GP, and at that, I’m not even your GP, you're not even a registered patient here so I’m not entirely sure why reception let you in, let alone into my office.”
“I understand what you're saying, Doctor” said Delilah “but dont you think that registration is just a construct that we humans put on the world in order to create form and balance within it. To create restrictirions is to create control, and to have said created control is to have power over the form and balance of the world that we live in. So I know that I am not technically registered here, and that yes in a very real sense that the receptionist shouldnt have let me in, and in turn I should not have come into your office and ask you to inspect the vaginal fissures I’ve been having, but dont you think that if I had not done this, then we would not be having this conversation.”
“Well, once again Delilah” said the doctor “I’m only a GP, but I suppose I can confirm the fact that yes, if you had not somehow gotten past my receptionist, and then gotten into my office, and then gotten onto my table and shown me your vaginal fissures - which I must say are quite remarkable - we would not be having this conversation. That is a very obvious fact. But I can also deduce the fact that had you not made your way in here, and we had not have had this conversation, then my life would not be changed in any which way for better or worse for not having had this conversation bevuase that would not be my reality. This turn of events is now in fact my reality and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it.

“Interesting thoughts doctor” said Delilah “and how does the fact that your not sure how to feel make you feel?”
“Well, Delilah” said the doctor “As proved by my previous statement, I am not sure how not knowing how to feel makes me feel. I suppose you could hypothesise that I am fading into an abyss of not knowing, that I am meandering mindless into darkness and am starting to feel a turbulent state of confusion. That my state of not knowing is all encompassing and is somewhat worrying and its making me feel a little out of sorts. I would quite like to write a prescription of some anti anxiety medication for myself because this state of not knowing that is in turn turning intp worrying is now in turn turning into a high level of fear and failure. I mean, "If I don’t know this, what else don’t I know?”
“Hmmmmmm, doctor” said Delilah “These philosophical musings of ours seem to hve got you in a bit of a tizzy now don’t they. Let’s try and unscramble those eggs of yours. You can take a seat up here on the gurney and I’ll have a quick look over you. No need to be shy, up you hop.”
“But Delilah” said the doctor “I’m the GP here, albeit not yours but
“No more buts doctor” said Delilah “up you hop, it’ll only take a moment, and if your good a boy for mummy I’ll be sure to give you a lollipop afterwards.”
“Mummy?” said the doctor
“Yes love?” said Delilah to the doctor
“Can I really have a lollipop if I’m a good boy?”
“Of course you can, all the good boys get lollipops. Now open wide and stick out your tongue won't you”
The doctor stuck out his tongue and Delilah began having a route around inside his mouth
“Ahhhhh” said Delilah to the doctor
“Ahhhh?” said the doctor to Delilah “What seems to be the problem Delilah?”
“Mummy.”
“What seems to be the problem Mummy?”
“Well, mummy sees something a little troubling in your mouth. Mummy sees lies inside of there and mummy thinks that the lies that your telling yourself are the things that are scrambling your eggs so to speak.”
“Oh” said the doctor to his mummy
“Oh indeed” said the mummy to not her doctor.
“What do you propose we do Mummy?”
“Well I propose we cut your tongue out.”

“You propose we what now?”

“You heard me, or do I have to check your ears now as well?”
“No, no, I heard, I heard, I just maybe didnt quite understand.”
“I’m not sure what you dont understand about the concept of cutting your tongue out to stop the lies from being told, to help with unscrambling your brain eggs.”
“Well, now that you put it like that it makes perfect sense. Lets put a date in the diary and come back to it.” said the doctor to his mummy Delilah, as he attempted to hop off the guerney. As he attempted said hop, Delilah slammed him back down onto the gurney and held him firmly but fastly in position.
“Now now now doctor, there’s no time like the present”
“But Delilah”
“Mummy. You must call me mummy.”
“But, mummy, please lets think this over”
“I’ve already thought about it, and it simply must be done. Lay down there now and I’ll start to begin.
“But”
“No more buts, lay down there now.”
“Yes”
“Mummy.”
“Yes, mummy”
The doctor unwillingly lay down on the gurney, his mind racing in one way as to how he would get out of this situation, and racing in another as to how it got here. All the thoughts began to scramble even further, bringing him to a state of stasis. Even if he wanted to move he couldn’t, he had frozen in fear, and could only watch as his new mummy hovered closer and closer, scalpel in hand and grin on mouth.