I was a bit dazed, trying to get used to the idea. He gave me no drugs, sent me to no specialists, but he let me know that I was going to be all right. Nick said he would call and reassure them. I mentioned that I had worried my family, and Dr. I hadn't drunk a glass of milk in years and hadn't exercised since running for a helicopter at Altamont. Among them were many small frog figures, so that the office looked like a Greek gift shop being taken over by swamp life.ĭr. Nick.' The office was thick with things that obviously were gifts from Dr. On the wall beside the door there was a large photograph of Elvis Presley, signed and with the inscription, 'To my good friend and physician, Dr. Nick sent me into his office to wait for him. Nick came in, shook his head and said, 'Looks like you've lived through a nightmare.' I filled a bottle, bled, coughed, inhaled, exhaled, held still, bent over, dressed, and waited, sitting on a metal table in a cold little room. 'I don't want to go on taking drugs, and I don't want to be epileptic. 'I've been given this room full of drugs,' I said. 'This is interesting,' he said, 'but what do you want from me?' Nick's, advised me that one night soon I was going to be dead before I was asleep, and advised me to see Dr. A neurologist tested the impulses coming from my head, told me they were abnormal, and advised me to have my brain injected with radioactive dyes, which I declined to do.Ībout this time, a friend, a patient of Dr. I tried twice and twice had grand mal seizures, full-scale epileptic brain-fries, blind, rigid, foaming at the mouth, fighting off unseen enemies, screaming, turning into a hydrophobic wolf.

On March 24, 1978, I had fallen from a granite boulder on a north Georgia mountainside, breaking my back, bruising my brain, learning more about pain than I cared to know, finally developing a drug dependence only slightly less grand than that of the late (and no wonder) Howard Hughes.Īfter a year I tried to stop taking the drugs my doctors prescribed. While all this television business was happened, I knew nothing about it. The King Is Dead! Hang The Doctor! (Part Four)

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