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make some headway."
    Simon shook the doctor’s hand and headed back to the bus stop outside the hospital. Though he felt a little strange standing at the bus stop wearing his typical summer attire of a linen suit and hat, he was convinced him that he couldn’t predict the episodes, and he had given up driving altogether. On his way out, he felt the heavy hand of his fear pressing on his neck. He had pinned all of his hope on discovering his problem via the CAT scan.
    Now, with that hope dashed, he could only hope that he was crazy enough to be making the fog himself. It wasn’t a pleasant thought for Simon, but he needed any hope for a cure he could scrape up, so he clung to it.
    Simon called a taxi from his cell-phone and waited on a bench outside the doctor's office. He glanced down the bench and nodded at the man and woman who sat at the other end. They looked away without returning the gesture.
    Sitting there with the sun bearing down on him, his despair continued to grow. He couldn’t grasp the series of events that left him hoping for a diagnosis of mental illness. Simon was a strong man, and hoping that something was wrong with him so he could be medicated gnawed at all he was.
    The taxi arrived, and Simon's trip home was a blur of forgotten images and half conversations with the driver. When he reached his house, he tossed some money at the driver and assumed it was enough when the man didn’t argue. Inside his house he knew he had one more item to take care of. He picked up the phone and dialed his manager's office. A few sullen words and halfhearted thanks passed between the men.
    Simon hung up the phone and stared at the receiver in his hand. He hated quitting; he always had. Even as a child, barely over five feet tall, he refused to quit. When he started high school, most people laughed when he said he was joining the basketball team. He used their doubt as fuel, and he practiced his skills and his speed and jumping ability whenever time allowed. By his junior year, though he had only grown six inches, he was a starter on the state championship team, and his frequent dunks always brought huge fan reaction.
    That attitude made his decision to take a leave of absence from his job a personal hell. He felt like he was abandoning his entire way of life, and failing completely by admitting that a condition with no cause could keep him from completing his job. It was even worse considering that he felt his job was easy, and he seldom had to put forth much effort to bring in the highest sales volume in the company.
    Now it all seemed to teeter on the edge. Linger over an abyss. All because his eyes refused to work. He didn’t know how it could all be in his head, but he needed to find out what was going on. He thought back. He knew that a few weeks ago, everything was fine. He was booking visits and making sales.
    But that was wrong. He was sure he’d been having this problem much longer. He tried to remember the first time it happened. Months ago, it must have been. But then why did he plan trips only weeks ago. He ran through his thoughts, trying to piece it all together. Couldn’t make the puzzle fit.
    Maybe it was all in his head.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 6
     
    "Well, Carolyn, you’re eyes look fine. Have you been having any headaches lately?"
    "There’s been like a buzzing that I can feel in my head. It hurts, but it’s more a feeling that my head is vibrating, or something in it." Carolyn rubbed her hand on the back of her head.
    "Hmm. Well, like I said, there isn’t anything wrong with your eyes. You say it only happened the one time?" Dr. Aaronson stood and moved toward the door,
    "That’s right, just once." Carolyn followed the doctor out of the room.
    "Well, if it happens again, we’ll pursue some other avenues. For now, I think you should get some more rest. Do you need a sleep aid?"
    "No. I’ve been sleeping fine. I’m okay."
    "Good. Well, like I said, let me know