My Doctor Asked Me If I Had Nightmares

I went to see my cardiologist for a follow up visit on Thursday wanting to put a cork in the bottle regarding whether or not I was having issues with my heart.  I’m not by the way or at least nothing to be real concerned about at my age and the bad news for the world is that he has told me I should be around another thirty years are so.  Yea for me and sorry for the rest of the world.
When asking the few final questions one of them was ‘are you having nightmares’ and then to my surprise throwing out a rather gruesome scenario for one.  I responded that’s not a nightmare that’s a reason for me to jump up and start writing and that makes happy.  Well the doctor’s scenario has been rolling around in my head, pun intended, ever since he popped out with it.  Yes I’m going to write the story but I don’t think that he would have expected that and certainly not the way it rolled out, yes that’s another pun.
My surprise, although why it should have been because of what this doctor is, when this came rolling out of his mouth damn near made me fall off the examining table.
Let’s get something straight here, as a rule I hate doctors.  There are a few that I have either met or been treated by that hold places in my heart and this awesome man is one of them.  That this man is one of the top in field is an understatement and I have known him professionally for many, many years.  He is an unbelievable doctor.  No as for his bedside manner, you couldn’t ask for a more caring and compassionate person to treat you.  He is going to do his best to reassure you and put you at ease.  Yes I know it sounds like this is a review for his medical practice or even that I might have a crush on this adorable human being.  My daughter if made that statement before she had to go see him recently and then she met him.  She walked out and turned to me, yes I was with her, and said “I get it.  He really is everything you say he is and all you’re doing is stating the facts.”
The rest of the story is what makes the rest of this rhetoric important.  This dear wonderful professional, and he is most certainly that, always presents himself as such in his appearance and mannerisms.  He reminds me of a courtly gentleman from days gone past.  The way he presents his arm to a lady to walk her to the exit.  Don’t get me wrong I’ve seen him walk the men to the exit he just doesn’t offer his arm.  He shakes their hands and or pats them on the shoulder giving them parting words of encouragement and praise.  He always has a kind word for anyone he meets no matter where it is or what time it is.  Believe me I know.  I’ve run into this doctor all hours of the night at the hospital and on so very many occasions.  Some time ago I was at the hospital all night for years because of first my mom and then my husband’s.  That’s how I met the man the first time, he was my deceased mother-in-law’s cardiologist.  As it turned out I was always the one to take her to all her doctors appoints no matter who the doctor was.  He is always perfectly put together with not a hair out of place.  No it isn’t vanity, just how he is.  I can tell you this, he does inspire you to take care of yourself and without verbally slapping you around but instead uses kindness.
That why when he popped out with the scenario he did I found it so funny.  You just wouldn’t expect it from him.
Any I have a story to write now before I post this. 
There Will Be More
The woman running down the hill stopped suddenly as she heard her husband scream out behind her.
“No!”  The resounding high pitched sound of her husband’s voice breaking through the night was enough to give anyone chills in spite of the oppressive heat that permeated the night.
She turned to see the taboo of her husband and the man standing in front of him silhouetted by the large bright full moon behind them.  The image reminded her of some cartoonish sight from an old movie scene.   She watched as the ax swung through the night air making contact with the side of her husband’s neck slicing her husband’s head completely from his body.
This sent the head of the man she loved go spinning through the air end over end.  The blood that the heart had shortly before pumped into it now sprayed the red droplets liquid flying out in a pinwheel pattern as it made it way outward and then took the arched pathway to the ground.  The soft thud like sound it made as it hit the earth barely registered with the woman as she watched her husband’s head now roll downhill and coming to a wobbling stop face up on the toe of her right shoe.  The shock of the horrific sight held her glued in place totally forgetting for that critical moment as the ax welding dark figure made his was slowly down the hill toward her.
The woman wasn’t aware of the ax welding silhouette being at her side until she heard a swishing sound and felt the razor sharp blade kiss the soft skin of her neck.  This was followed by a quick unbelievable rush of pain through her head as her spine was sliced and her head was severed from her body.  Now it was her head that went flying leaving a red trail of blood as her now numb body stood headless for a moment before falling first to her knees then forward onto the ground.  The result of this was to remove the barrier that had held her husband’s prisoner and one of her feet giving it a slight kick as she hit the ground and his head went rolling again down the hill pursuing hers.
The man’s head hit something in the road and took a slight turn sending it rolling off toward the side of the road and coming to rest again on the soft shoulder of the night blanketed asphalt.  The woman’s rolled a little further down the thoroughfare before it too came to rest on the opposite side from her husband’s.
The lone ax welding man watched the two oblong objects roll down the hill and come to rest before he turned his attention back to the body of the woman.  She had been pretty he thought.  He noticed a couple of locks of her dark curly hair lying next to her body where they too had been severed from her head when the ax had made contact with her neck.  A warm breeze caused one of them to slowly spin like the pin on a compass in a ninety degree turn with the end of the lock of hair now pointing downhill toward the woman’s head as if it were pointing in its direction.  It almost reminded the man of an accusing finger pointing out what he had just done.  If this had been an act of passion or some unforeseen act it might have had some affect on him.  He only found it to be interesting.
The man continued to stare at the woman’s body as his mind processed what he had just done.  Yes it had been a brutal and messy way to kill but he had enjoyed it.  As he stood over the woman, or what was left of her a pleasant sensation traveled up his spine and then made a return trip back down coming to an enjoyable end in the abdominal area of his body.
He had just brutally killed two people tonight but he wasn’t through.  He had been holding this in for years and tonight it had finally broken free in him.  He had tried to fight it but no longer could.  He wiped the edge of the ax on the woman’s clothes and turned to continue down the hill.  No he wasn’t through.  He had others he wanted to dispatch the same way he had this couple.  He wanted to get as many in tonight before anyone knew what was happening because he had no doubt that he himself would be dead by this time tomorrow night.  Yes before this night was over there would be more.
 
The scenario the doctor threw out when he asked me if I had nightmares; do you have nightmares of someone getting their head chopped off and it rolling downhill.  Nope, I write about it.