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Of Repercussions and Concussions...
Stop me if you’ve hea So, Sharp’s there, sitting on a cold bedpan, just b He’s wearing it as a he His wife watches him from the corner of her eye. Had it been anyone else, surely she would have seemed more concerned about such wacky antics. But, se Why the fuck would they ha Perverts.
“So, he’s going to be okay?” Suzy asks the doctor (luckily for him, not the same one that had attended his wife in her labor… or any of the others who bore captive witness to the display in the delivery room that day). She looks over at her husband who is ‘entertaining’ the other patients and nurses alike with his Washington-crossing-the-Delaware imperson “Your husband suffered severe dehydration, Mrs. Sharp.” The doctor begins in a grandfatherly tone. “But more vexing is that, while the results of his MRI won’t be available til tomorrow at the earliest… your husband is showing the early signs of a repetitive co “Oh, no…” Suzy says, fighting back a smile. “I think that’s just genetic… He’s Irish, you know…”
The doctor misses the sar “Mrs. Sharp… Your husband’s barbaric line of work has resulted in an inordinate amount of damage to his body. His knees were already in bad shap Suzy shudders slightly, remembering some of the more brutal blows she’d witnessed the father of her children absorb in the past. Just tonight, he’d been alone for all intents and purposes against two men, and though he avoided most of their high-impact offense, he is only human… She thought the worst of it all was that he’d had to come to the hospital, and get on a saline drip. That he’d have to come home and rest, and spend time with her and the children, off of the road. That’s all. But this…
“Due to repeated injury…” the doctor began, interrupting her tra “So… He’s going to what, start forgetting things? But, he has an amazing memory… He remembers any phone number he’s ever dialed… remembers the tinie “Second-Impact Syndrome…” the doctor interrupts again. “Your husband suffered an appreciable injury nearly a year ago... his next wasn’t until just a few months ago, but after that one, your husband returned to work too soon, and has since taken a few more minor head impacts. However, due to the fact that he’s not been sleeping and taking care of himself, he’s healed at a lesser rate from this last injury, and the symptoms of that last concussion in March hadn’t completely subsided when he started competing again. Normally, six to eight weeks would be required to recover from that kind of trauma… But with your husband’s past injuries, and the fact that he was not resting, and under stress, that time could have been nearly doubled! I wouldn’t feel comfortable clearing him NOW, even without the injuries he’s taken since.”
Suzy’s he ‘Stephen not being cleared to wrestle?’ Suzy thinks as she watches her husband again. ‘When he’s finally this close… that would kill him.’
She can’t let it happen. Not after everything he’s been through to get to this point. Why is the universe so hell-bent on trying to keep them unhappy? No. There must be something that they could do. There must be. Her teary eyes turn back to the doctor.
“Sir… Doctor… Isn’t there anything…?”
Seeing her begin to choke up, the doctor softens his “We could put him on medication, and he could take some time off. Coming back in before this next big show he’s been talking about for further observation before hand… but then he’d have to give serious thought to retirement.” His tone harshens again, slightly, and he adjusts his spectac Suzy drops her gaze to the floor. She can’t think of her life witho Tears roll down her cheeks. “Doctor… plea
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