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Prompt - what happened here?
Jun. 19th, 2021 02:45 pmMy mother did all her OB-GYN appointments with a doctor in downtown Austin. He was on the fifth floor of this hospital building and had a long-time receptionist named Alison. I remember going to her with her appointments when I was little, and my mother would always make a game out of finding the office and being in the waiting room, which was colorfully decorated with a forest scene.
Alison was a super sweet woman who was basically a babysitter for us kids, too. She would read books to us, provide coloring books, and occasionally even listen to our dreadful knock-knock jokes. We all referred to her as Alison Wonderland. Anyway, years down the road, I got married and pregnant and started searching for an OB-GYN since I had moved back to Austin recently.
My mother suggested I see if that doctor, who was super young when I was born, was still in business. Well, I could not find his name in the hospital directory, so I figured I would just swing by the office and check. My mother happened to be in town (she had moved years ago) and came with me. We both joked about it being so familiar but in reversed situations now.
As we reached the stairs, we ran into an eerie problem. There was no fifth floor of this hospital office building. Odd. We both must have misremembered it. We knew it was on one of the top floors, so it must have been the fourth. Nope, not there. We thought maybe we were in the wrong building…except we parked in the same parking garage from 20 years ago and walked the same route.
That doctor does not exist. Never did, apparently. My mother and I are the only ones who remember him and Allison Wonderland. We have asked around, including among the hospital staff. We even looked up our birth certificates, which are new copies, and it just lists “attending physician.” One of my childhood memories is fake.
https://www.moneymade.com/lifestyle/haunting-glitch-in-the-matrix-moments/4?story=5&fbm=reload&utm_source=sw&utm_medium=made_fb_sw_acmmsw1_hglitch_d_broad_SD10&fbclid=IwAR37CjiIYFHDSohMaBR2ScUTy9F_MSk_-nzMpZmzROmsktIffshX7leizFo
Alison was a super sweet woman who was basically a babysitter for us kids, too. She would read books to us, provide coloring books, and occasionally even listen to our dreadful knock-knock jokes. We all referred to her as Alison Wonderland. Anyway, years down the road, I got married and pregnant and started searching for an OB-GYN since I had moved back to Austin recently.
My mother suggested I see if that doctor, who was super young when I was born, was still in business. Well, I could not find his name in the hospital directory, so I figured I would just swing by the office and check. My mother happened to be in town (she had moved years ago) and came with me. We both joked about it being so familiar but in reversed situations now.
As we reached the stairs, we ran into an eerie problem. There was no fifth floor of this hospital office building. Odd. We both must have misremembered it. We knew it was on one of the top floors, so it must have been the fourth. Nope, not there. We thought maybe we were in the wrong building…except we parked in the same parking garage from 20 years ago and walked the same route.
That doctor does not exist. Never did, apparently. My mother and I are the only ones who remember him and Allison Wonderland. We have asked around, including among the hospital staff. We even looked up our birth certificates, which are new copies, and it just lists “attending physician.” One of my childhood memories is fake.
https://www.moneymade.com/lifestyle/haunting-glitch-in-the-matrix-moments/4?story=5&fbm=reload&utm_source=sw&utm_medium=made_fb_sw_acmmsw1_hglitch_d_broad_SD10&fbclid=IwAR37CjiIYFHDSohMaBR2ScUTy9F_MSk_-nzMpZmzROmsktIffshX7leizFo
