“I cannot explain what happened”, he said as he is lying down on the surprisingly soft office chaise. All I know is everything went red and the next thing I remember is waking up in this hospital. The psychologist looks at him over a pair of designer thin rimmed titanium framed glasses, without saying a word. Feeling as if he is being encouraged to keep speaking, he begins to describe what felt like a dream. “It was the height of rush hour traffic on a warm spring evening. I was on my way to see my daughter’s gymnastic competition. Up until now, I had missed them all this year. Before leaving for work, I made a promise to be there today. My daughter smiled apprehensively as she turned and walked out the door to catch her school bus. As I left work, there was plenty of time to get to the gym, park and make my way in to see her event. The radio station was playing all my favorite songs, which was a great sign that all was well. My route was mapped to avoid the highway due to traffic and a few reported accidents. As soon as I pull out of the school parking lot a little smart car cuts me off and then stops abruptly, but then moves to a different lane. I was still making great time. Then at the next corner a car hit me from behind because he was texting and did not realize traffic had stopped. There was no damage to my large SUV so we decided to go our separate ways. Now, I am not late, but going to be cutting it close. About two blocks later a woman with a car full of children was driving slowly, weaving a bit in the lane and pumping her breaks repeatedly. This continues for about one and half blocks when she, all of a sudden, comes to a screeching stop. There was no stop sign, red light or other reasons to stop that I could see. The car right next to her keeps going and I see an opening so, I zoom around her and hit the gas. Then I guess I woke up, because that is all I remember.” The psychologist then sits up in her chair and asks, with a thick foreign accent,” Why do you not seem upset at all in your dream? Initially, you told me all you could remember was that everything went red. Does that not mean you where upset for some reason?” He then begins to mumble and break down crying as he said, ” I presume I was upset, but as I said, what I just relayed was more like a dream than reality. I can’t remember what happened and it is eating me up inside. All I know is I was ordered to speak to you because something bad happened and they are not sure I am mentally stable enough to be told details.”
“Let us end today’s session and start fresh tomorrow”, said the psychologist.
Stay tuned to read what really happened…..
Until then, Happy Driving!
The Sharp Doc 