Chapter 4
Jack
Every day for the past two weeks…Monday thru Friday, Charlie has helped me in the shower and either gave me a hand job of sucked me off. I must admit that it thrills me when she jerks me off on her gorgeous tits. I don’t remember any woman ever doing that to me.
Slowly, my memory has been filling in. But there seems to be a block about what happen on the day of my injury.
I have remembered that I have a wife named Leena though I cannot begin to understand why she has not come forward since my trauma. Was she involved somehow and my mind is blocking it out?
My physical therapy has been coming along quite nicely. I no longer get out of breath so easily and my walking and other physical activities no longer leave me feeling week.
The therapist seems to be very pleased that my speaking seems to be normal as well as my ability to do problem solving exercises. The doctors are telling me that my recovery is coming along very nicely and perhaps they may send me home in another week.
But the problem is, what home? My brain is still blocking any memory of my home other than I work at home as a writer. But I do not remember the home itself and I do not remember there being a wife in that home…or not.
During my visit to my Psychology Doctor who has been helping me through the emotions of the trauma and the aloneness of a wife who has not visited, she suggested that perhaps I might let her hypnotize me and see if we can get through whatever is blocking my memories.
Although I hesitated at first, I finally decided to allow her to do that and see what might happen. The doctor placed a metronome in front of me and told me to stare at the moving pendulum.
While she counted back slowly from 60 in a soft lilting tone, she told me over and over to let go and drift into the serenity of the moment. At the number one, she told me to relax and sit back against the couch back and open my memory.
Doc: Do you remember getting married Jack?
Jack: Yes I do
Doc: What do you remember about that day?
Jack: I remember my redhead wife Leena looked stunning in her white wedding dress with a wreath of flowers sitting on her head.
Doc: Was that a happy day for you Jack?
Jack: For the most part it was a lovely day.
Doc: What do you mean by for the most part?
Jack: During the reception, Leena disappeared for a 45 minute period of time. I noticed at the same time, that my best friend and best man Pete was also missing. When Leena returned, she was no longer wearing her wedding dress. When Pete returned 10 minutes later, he was no longer in his tux.
Doc: How did you feel about that Jack?
Jack: I was greatly concerned but had no idea how to confront her or even if I should confront it.
Doc: What else can you tell me about Leena?
Jack: Over these eight years there has been time we were happy and had a regular sex life. At other times, she was distant and sex was hit and miss.
Doc: Are you still married to Leena, Jack?
Jack: Yes…we have been married 8 years. The day I came into the hospital was the day before our 8th anniversary.
Doc: What happened to you that day? What brought you here to us?
I pause for quite a while. In my mind there was suddenly visions running through my mind like watching an old movie without audio. As the images floated through my mind, it was like a bombshell when off in my heart and mind.
Jack: I came home early from a book tour and found Leena having sex with a very large black man. I tried to pull him off of her but he grabbed something and slammed it against my head.
Now I was sobbing and at the same time I was filled with rage. It suddenly occurred to me that in the ER video it was Leena and that Black man who dumped in the hospital.
“IT WAS MY WIFE AND HER LOVER WHO DUMPED ME AT THE HOSPITAL,” I cried out in a very loud voice.
It took several minutes for me to regain my composure.
When I was finally settled down, Dr. Shirly prescribed an anti-depressant with a one month supply.
“After that, I will expect you to follow up with me. I will have my secretary set you up with an appointment for four weeks from today,” she told me.
I took my first anti-depressant as soon as I was back in my room. It was Charlie who came to give me the pill. “I will come back at the end of my shift and we will have a long talk,” Charlie told me.
I took a nap after Charlie left the room. I was exhausted from the emotional upheaval I’d had in Dr. Shirly’s office. It was a fitful sleep with visions of what I saw that day and what that man did to me.
When I awoke, I felt calm. Evidently the medication was working.
But my mind was churning with the new information and figuring out where I might go from here when I leave the hospital.
It is obvious to me that I need to dump my cheating wife who was a participant of my injury because of bringing that man into my house.