Post by Psychopomp on Jun 15, 2016 22:08:12 GMT -5
The camera shows us the inside of a patient room at a doctor's office. The white walls and the smell of hand sanitizer gives you the impress that this place is really clean. There's a few people waiting in the immaculate room and we can see Pomp talking on his flip phone.
Psychopomp: ”Bye Gary! Haha you're funny, of course I won't stop calling you! He hung up again...Ah well I'll call him after my appointment to tell him how it went.”
As Pomp closes his flip phone he notices a copy of Sports Illustrated from 2014 with the title 'WCF wrestler of the year' with a picture of Logan on the cover.
Psychopomp: ”I didn't know that happened!?”
He quickly grabs the magazine and starts reading the article with his eyes wide opened to what to him is new information. After a couple of minutes of reading the receptionist
calls his name.
Receptionist: ”Pomp? Mister Psychopomp?”
Psychopomp: ”That's me!”
Receptionist: ”The nurse will bring you in now.”
He puts the magazine back and quickly follows the lady in the doctor's office.
Nurse: ”The doctor will be with you shortly.”
As she leaves the room we can see that it looks like your typical doctor's office; computer,chairs, the exam table, wall to wall frames of fancy school diplomas. Thirty minutes passed
when the doctor finally opens the door of his office.
Doctor Weinstein: ”Good morning Mr. Pomp, how are you doing today?”
Psychopomp: ”Great! Like I told you last week, I had my first match back since the accident and it went really well.”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Good, good. Have a seat, and the medication?”
Pomp sits on the exam table
Psychopomp: ”I take them every day; red, white and blue just like your flag...ha ha..., I won by the way.”
The doctor didn't really seem to acknowledge the nervous laughter as he was writing down on his notepad
Doctor Weinstein: ”Good, good... Now tell me how you've been feeling since completing physical therapy?”
Psychopomp: ”It gets better every day. My cardio is back a 100% and the tingling sensations in my neck have completely gone away.”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Good, good.” The doctor get up and starts moving Pomps arms and shoulders to test his flexibility ”Any pain at all?” Keeps moving them
Psychopomp: ”No, I said I felt fine.”
Doctor Weinstein: ”We can never be too certain with people like you.”
Pomp didn't really appreciate the tone of the comment. Of course wrestlers never had the best reputation when it came to taking care of their injuries but he'd been following all the doctor's recommendation and had come a long way since he'd been release from the hospital a few weeks ago.
Doctor Weinstein: ”Since you seem fine physically we'll now do a little test, just to see how you're mental health is doing.”
Psychopomp: ”A what now?”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Don't worry it'll be easy.”
The doctor takes his tablet and goes in the folder that holds images of ink blobs
Doctor Weinstein: ”Ok, now tell me the first thing that comes in your mind when you see the picture.”
He shows the first blob and Pomp looks intensely at the image.
Psychopomp: ”Wow, ummm, you don't start off easy there doctor!”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Just answer as honestly as you can...”
Psychopomp: ”A crow?”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Sure...next one.”
Psychopomp: ”Oh that's interesting ...It looks like a cross-road at night, but it looks like there's a fire in the middle...”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Interesting...” Scribbles some more incomprehensible notes on his stack of yellow paper and swipes to the next image.
Psychopomp: ”This is the spitting image of when I wrestled those two midgets and teamed-up with a Chihuahua at the state fair...I don't really remember when that was but I think it was fun.”
The doctor looks at the image and back at Psychopomp, then back at the image and add another paragraph on his sheet
Doctor Weinstein: ”I'm afraid I must have missed that show...Next...”
Psychopomp: ”Mmmm this looks like a husband and a wife kissing...but the wife seems sad...” Pomp hangs his head down and looks pensive.
Doctor Weinstein: ”Interesting” Marks down more notes and swipe to the next one
Psychopomp: ”OH MY GOD A CLOWN!! TAKE IT AWAY!” Pomp falls down from the examination bed and crawls in the corner.
The Doctor puts the tablet away.
Doctor Weinstein: ”So that's still an issue for you...”
Psychopomp: ”I. HATE. CLOWNS! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Calm down, calm down, it's gone now.”
Pomp slowly gets up to sit on the bed again
Doctor Weinstein: ”Look it's clear that we still have a lot of issues that we need deal with. Your body seem fine, but mentally...It think that it would be best if I recommend that you see a therapist. The medication doesn't seem to work as well as I had hoped. He might also be able to help you with your memory. I also recommend that you still try to not get too many hits on the head. I know that in your line of work it's not always easy but you show no sign of post concussion symptoms. I know that you've been through a lot...Tell me, have you had any more...'Episodes'?”
Psychopomp: ”No I don't think so...Sometimes I space out but when I'm in that ring it feels like I belong there.”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Well for now, keep what you're doing. Keep out of trouble and the nurse will call you when we find a Therapist that can see you.”
Psychopomp: ”I'll try. Thank you Doctor.”
Pomp gets up and leaves the room...His legs still a bit shaky from that clown he'd just seen. When passing by the waiting room on his way out he stops to look at the cover of that magazine again.
Psychopomp: ”Excuse me Mam, do you mind if I take it?”
Receptionist: ”That old thing?! Go ahead, it's so old no one will miss it.”
Pomp thanks her, grabs it and punches in a couple of numbers in his cell phone as he's leaving
Psychopomp: ”Hey Gary, I just finished my appointment”
The camera slowly fades as the door closes behind him.
Psychopomp: ”Bye Gary! Haha you're funny, of course I won't stop calling you! He hung up again...Ah well I'll call him after my appointment to tell him how it went.”
As Pomp closes his flip phone he notices a copy of Sports Illustrated from 2014 with the title 'WCF wrestler of the year' with a picture of Logan on the cover.
Psychopomp: ”I didn't know that happened!?”
He quickly grabs the magazine and starts reading the article with his eyes wide opened to what to him is new information. After a couple of minutes of reading the receptionist
calls his name.
Receptionist: ”Pomp? Mister Psychopomp?”
Psychopomp: ”That's me!”
Receptionist: ”The nurse will bring you in now.”
He puts the magazine back and quickly follows the lady in the doctor's office.
Nurse: ”The doctor will be with you shortly.”
As she leaves the room we can see that it looks like your typical doctor's office; computer,chairs, the exam table, wall to wall frames of fancy school diplomas. Thirty minutes passed
when the doctor finally opens the door of his office.
Doctor Weinstein: ”Good morning Mr. Pomp, how are you doing today?”
Psychopomp: ”Great! Like I told you last week, I had my first match back since the accident and it went really well.”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Good, good. Have a seat, and the medication?”
Pomp sits on the exam table
Psychopomp: ”I take them every day; red, white and blue just like your flag...ha ha..., I won by the way.”
The doctor didn't really seem to acknowledge the nervous laughter as he was writing down on his notepad
Doctor Weinstein: ”Good, good... Now tell me how you've been feeling since completing physical therapy?”
Psychopomp: ”It gets better every day. My cardio is back a 100% and the tingling sensations in my neck have completely gone away.”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Good, good.” The doctor get up and starts moving Pomps arms and shoulders to test his flexibility ”Any pain at all?” Keeps moving them
Psychopomp: ”No, I said I felt fine.”
Doctor Weinstein: ”We can never be too certain with people like you.”
Pomp didn't really appreciate the tone of the comment. Of course wrestlers never had the best reputation when it came to taking care of their injuries but he'd been following all the doctor's recommendation and had come a long way since he'd been release from the hospital a few weeks ago.
Doctor Weinstein: ”Since you seem fine physically we'll now do a little test, just to see how you're mental health is doing.”
Psychopomp: ”A what now?”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Don't worry it'll be easy.”
The doctor takes his tablet and goes in the folder that holds images of ink blobs
Doctor Weinstein: ”Ok, now tell me the first thing that comes in your mind when you see the picture.”
He shows the first blob and Pomp looks intensely at the image.
Psychopomp: ”Wow, ummm, you don't start off easy there doctor!”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Just answer as honestly as you can...”
Psychopomp: ”A crow?”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Sure...next one.”
Psychopomp: ”Oh that's interesting ...It looks like a cross-road at night, but it looks like there's a fire in the middle...”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Interesting...” Scribbles some more incomprehensible notes on his stack of yellow paper and swipes to the next image.
Psychopomp: ”This is the spitting image of when I wrestled those two midgets and teamed-up with a Chihuahua at the state fair...I don't really remember when that was but I think it was fun.”
The doctor looks at the image and back at Psychopomp, then back at the image and add another paragraph on his sheet
Doctor Weinstein: ”I'm afraid I must have missed that show...Next...”
Psychopomp: ”Mmmm this looks like a husband and a wife kissing...but the wife seems sad...” Pomp hangs his head down and looks pensive.
Doctor Weinstein: ”Interesting” Marks down more notes and swipe to the next one
Psychopomp: ”OH MY GOD A CLOWN!! TAKE IT AWAY!” Pomp falls down from the examination bed and crawls in the corner.
The Doctor puts the tablet away.
Doctor Weinstein: ”So that's still an issue for you...”
Psychopomp: ”I. HATE. CLOWNS! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Calm down, calm down, it's gone now.”
Pomp slowly gets up to sit on the bed again
Doctor Weinstein: ”Look it's clear that we still have a lot of issues that we need deal with. Your body seem fine, but mentally...It think that it would be best if I recommend that you see a therapist. The medication doesn't seem to work as well as I had hoped. He might also be able to help you with your memory. I also recommend that you still try to not get too many hits on the head. I know that in your line of work it's not always easy but you show no sign of post concussion symptoms. I know that you've been through a lot...Tell me, have you had any more...'Episodes'?”
Psychopomp: ”No I don't think so...Sometimes I space out but when I'm in that ring it feels like I belong there.”
Doctor Weinstein: ”Well for now, keep what you're doing. Keep out of trouble and the nurse will call you when we find a Therapist that can see you.”
Psychopomp: ”I'll try. Thank you Doctor.”
Pomp gets up and leaves the room...His legs still a bit shaky from that clown he'd just seen. When passing by the waiting room on his way out he stops to look at the cover of that magazine again.
Psychopomp: ”Excuse me Mam, do you mind if I take it?”
Receptionist: ”That old thing?! Go ahead, it's so old no one will miss it.”
Pomp thanks her, grabs it and punches in a couple of numbers in his cell phone as he's leaving
Psychopomp: ”Hey Gary, I just finished my appointment”
The camera slowly fades as the door closes behind him.
