Steve had been home for a couple of weeks and had been mending slowly. He still had to be in the wheelchair (which by now was getting a bit bothersome for him) but he was accepting of it for the most part. Steve was still struggling with his memory - things still hadn't started coming back to him much and he asked questions all the time. It was the strangest feeling to walk up to someone who obviously knew him very well, and yet not have a clue who he was talking to! He had grownup in this town and yet he might as well just got off the bus from someplace else! Everything and everyone was brand new to him. And while they were all nice enough, it still put him at a disadvantage in social situations and made him feel awkward and stupid. But he was coping and with the help and support of everyone around him, it was bearable. Today he had a doctor's appointment to check on how he was coming along, so Linda helped him into their car and she drove them to the doctor's office. Once inside he waited while she did the necessary paperwork and then she sat with him waiting to be seen. It didn't take long before he was in the back room and the doctor knocked on the door. "Hi, Steve, how are we doing today?" "Not bad, Doc." "How are the ribs?" "They're a lot better. It doesn't hurt to breath or laugh anymore." Steve said. "That's good. And how are your legs doing?" "Well the casts are starting to itch, but other than that they don't hurt or anything." "Yeah, the itching is always a problem with casts. So how long have you had them on now?" the doctor asked. "It's been 5 weeks tomorrow since the accident." "I see. Well let's have a look at your right leg." the doctor said as he examined the stitches where they reattached the tendon in his ankle and then checked the cast. "Looks pretty good. I think we may be able to take this off pretty soon. One more step towards getting you up and mobile again!" "That's good news." Linda replied. "He has been getting antsy sitting around all day!" "I can imagine so. But since you only broke one of the two bones in this lower leg and since you will still have to be in a wheelchair for a while, I see no real danger in taking the cast off. Just don't go dancing anytime soon!" "I promise." Steve said jokingly. "As for your left leg, you will still be in a cast for now. You have pins in your hip that are holding things together but we need the bones to knit more before we remove that cast. You'll never walk through a metal detector quietly again, but it looks like you be able to walk again before too long." "I'm looking forward to that. I never realized how hard it is to get
Göztepe escort bayan around in one of these things!" Steve said patting the arm on his wheelchair. "Yeah we have come quite a way in making the world accessible, but we have a lot more to do. You are fortunate that you live in this area, though - we are ahead of most places in making things easier for the handicapped." the doctor told Steve. "Had you only broke one leg or the other, you'd be able to be on crutches, but with both legs out of commission, you're just going to have to wheel it." "I understand." "Ok, now let's talk about that head of yours. How's the memory?" "Still a blank, Doc." Steve said disheartened. "I still keep meeting 'new' people I should know." "I see. Well, I think there's someone you should talk with. How would you feel about seeing a hypnotist? I know of this psychologist that specializes in this therapy. He claims that it helps many of his patients." "Hypnotist, huh? And this guy is a doctor?" "Well he's a psychologist. Technically speaking he's not a medical doctor, since he can't prescribe medicines, but he is good. I have heard good things about him and seen some of his work. I think he may be able to put you under and find out what's keeping your memories from you." the doctor told Steve and Linda. "Just as long as he doesn't make me quack like a duck every time the phone rings." Steve said sarcastically. The doctor laughed. "No, I don't think so. But maybe Linda can be in the room just to make sure he doesn't talk you out of your email password or anything!" he said. "Ok we'll give it a try then if you think it might help." "Well it certainly can't hurt, Steve." the doctor said. "Here's his business card. Give him a call and set up a time just to talk. Then if you feel comfortable with the idea, you can schedule a session." "All right." When they got home, Linda called the number of the psychologist and set up an appointment to meet with him. Fortunately, he had had a cancellation which made an opening the next day. So Linda and Steve decided to go see what he could possibly do to help Steve's memory come back. Steve wasn't getting his hopes up, but Linda tried to be optimistic about it - both for Steve's sake as well as her own. The next morning, Steve and Linda got ready to go see the psychologist. His office was in Cincinnati, so it would be a drive to see him, but if it helped Steve get his memory back, it was worth the trip. They left right after breakfast and planned to make a day of it, doing a little shopping while they were there. Steve's parents would
Escort Caddebostan watch the kids while they were gone so they could take their time and not feel rushed. With all the logistics taken care of, Steve and Linda set out for Cincinnati. This was the first time they had really had some time alone since Steve got back from the hospital. So it was nice to have the time where they could talk without having to talk in code for fear of "little ears" listening in! "Steve," Linda began "what are you thinking?" "Nothing, really. I was just thinking about this appointment. What if there's a reason why I haven't been able to remember anything about this accident? What if I remember something that I should have just left alone? We may be opening a Pandora's Box here." "What could be so terrible that you would want to shut it out?" Linda asked cautiously. She still hadn't spilled the beans to Steve about the teenagers that died in that accident and had almost forgotten about the matter entirely. She hadn't considered that putting Steve under hypnosis may bring all that up again. "I don't know, but there has to be a reason why I haven't remembered. It's been almost a month now since I came out of the coma and I still have no recollection of anything prior to waking up in that hospital room." "Well we'll just see what this psychologist has to say and we'll deal with whatever happens together. I love you, Steve. And nothing that this shrink may or may not find is going to change that." she said, squeezing his hand. "I love you, too." Steve replied. "and you're right. After what we've already been through, we can handle anything." The car went quiet for a while after that - each of them lost in their own thoughts. Linda wondered if she shouldn't have told Steve about the kids that died in the accident already. What if he remembers them-would he be mad at her for hiding it? She had lied to him and dodged talking about it in order to keep him from finding out that people died in the accident he was involved in. Would he be angry at her for not revealing everything? Steve didn't cause the accident - it wasn't his fault that they were killed. But he might blame himself for being there in the first place. This psychologist may not have been such a good idea after all. They made it to Cincinnati in record time it seemed and found the office from the address Linda had gotten on the phone. They pulled into the parking lot of a small two-story medical building shared with a doctor, a dentist, an optometrist, and a medical billing company. Linda wheeled her husband
Bağdat Caddesi escort into the building and as they waited for the elevator, she read the directory. "Dr. Tamasuki - Clinical Psychology" she read. "That must be the place." Steve said. "Let's go see what this guy has to say." The elevator door opened on the second floor and right across the hall was the office of Dr. Tamasuki. Linda wheeled Steve into the office and up to the desk of a very attractive young oriental woman. "Steve Williams to see Dr. Tamasuki for consultation." Linda said matter of factly. "Ahh, yes. We have spoken to your doctor and Dr. Tamasuki is expecting you. Please have a seat and I will tell him you are here." she said. Linda moved Steve over to the waiting area. They were alone in the office and when the receptionist went into the back are Steve leaned over to Linda. "Maybe this psychologist wasn't such a bad idea - he may be a quack, but he has good taste!" Steve said jokingly while nodding to the retreating receptionist. "Watch it, Buster!" Linda said slugging him in the arm playfully. The receptionist came back in a couple of minutes. "The doctor will see you now. Please follow me." she said. "Anytime." Steve whispered just loud enough for his wife to hear. "Keep it up and you're gonna get pounded!" Linda whispered back. Steve and Linda entered into a good-sized office warmly decorated and furnished with a pair of sumptuous leather lounge chairs, a leather psychiatrist couch, a roll-top desk and high-back leather desk chair. "Hello, I am Dr. Tamasuki." greeted a small, friendly looking oriental man with salt-and-pepper hair and round wire-rimmed glasses. He wore a white overcoat and big smile. "You must be Steve and Linda." "Yes, that's right." Linda said. After shaking both Steve and Linda's hands he motioned for Linda to have a seat and Steve pulled his chair next to her. Dr. Tamasuki pushed his desk chair close to them. "I understand from your doctor that you have been involved in a car accident and that you suffer amnesia because of it." "That's what they tell me." Steve said. "Tell me what you remember of it." Dr Tamasuki said. "Not a whole lot. I don't remember anything prior to waking up in the hospital in Chicago, five weeks ago." "Nothing?" Dr. Tamasuki urged. "Nope. I don't even remember Linda here, except from what she's told me." "Interesting. You have what we call traumatic amnesia. You suffered a concussion in the accident I understand." "Yes. I guess I was out for a few days." Steve said. "He was unconscious for two and a half weeks!" Linda corrected him. "I see. Yes, that could definitely cause this kind of amnesia." "Do you think you can help him remember, doctor?" Linda asked bluntly. "He really is at a loss here, not being able to remember his friends and family." "Well we can always give it a try. I have had some success with this, although I'll be completely honest, I haven't enjoyed 100% success.
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