Alone again but still intrigued, Mr. Benito Lasso reflected on his meeting with Roger Nelson—especially on the issues surrounding his concussion and alleged inflection in cognition. Mr. Lasso ruminated briefly on whether Roger was suffering from mental issues related to prior abuse of psychedelic substances like peyote, iboga, and ayahuasca. Otherwise, Mr. Lasso didn’t quite know what to make of the bizarre things Roger said. For help Mr. Lasso turned to colleagues in his own department of psychology and in the department of biology.
First, Mr. Lasso shared with his psychology colleagues Roger’s allegations about extent of his knowledge; that is, ‘knowing’ more of everything after his car accident than he did before, with the exception of the …show more content…
He took Tylenol for his headaches.
In turned out that Mr. Lasso was a man of his word: Two days later Roger felt his cell phone vibrate.
“Hello,” he said, sitting on a chair in his living room.
Roger knew the caller was Mr. Lasso following up for the next hypnosis session.
“Mr. Nelson, in all honesty, I don’t have answers for you, Mr. Lasso admitted, “I can speculate, but that’s just guessing. You want concrete answers. I understand that.”
“I appreciate your honesty,” a crestfallen Roger said. All the while he was thinking, I can’t pierce the fog in my memory, and Mr. Lasso’s not helping. Meanwhile, my knowing abilities are expanding; and most frustrating, I have no control over what is happening in my head. I’m just getting smarter.
“I don’t understand why you are obsessing about this. Your brain came out much improved at the back end of your accident.” Mr. Benito Lasso said.
“It’s the squeaky wheel phenomenon I guess . . . hell, I don’t know. I hear what you say.”
“Look at the bright side: You’re alive!”
“It’s not that I’m ungrateful about that . . . this memory loss is like a scab I can’t remove. But I’m glad you have been upfront with …show more content…
That scab on his memory would remain undisturbed longer than he was comfortable with. He’d intrigued the academic man and looked for help come from him. For his part, Mr. Lasso was so smitten by the puzzle Roger presented that he could not uncouple his own doubts about Roger from the urge to bore deeper into Roger’s psychic dilemma. He went a step further and called the NeuroScientia Lab, reaching Margarita Mason and he shared information with her—without violating conventional research protocol—on Roger’s mental issues.
“As you know, research money is hard to come by, and human subjects can be a bit dicey legally,” Margarita said frankly. “But if Roger lived in Bethesda, NSL could work with him.”
Mr. Lasso rang Roger up again told him of his little chat with Margarita. “You need to get there somehow.”
Like serendipity, Roger shouted optimistically, “I have a very good buddy there. A manager at a WM store in Maryland.”
“How fortuitous! This presents a ray of hope for you.”
“Yeah, it does! I got to thank you for this if it pans out.”
“Well, I hope this plan works for you.”
After hanging up with Mr. Lasso, Roger instantly phoned his friend Franklyn Burton in Maryland to talk about transferring to a Bethesda store. When Roger’s call came through, Mr. Burton had a scheduled meeting that hadn’t started yet inasmuch as Mr. Burton’s boss, VP Antonio Lopez, was late. Mr. Burton stepped outside to take the
First, Mr. Lasso shared with his psychology colleagues Roger’s allegations about extent of his knowledge; that is, ‘knowing’ more of everything after his car accident than he did before, with the exception of the …show more content…
He took Tylenol for his headaches.
In turned out that Mr. Lasso was a man of his word: Two days later Roger felt his cell phone vibrate.
“Hello,” he said, sitting on a chair in his living room.
Roger knew the caller was Mr. Lasso following up for the next hypnosis session.
“Mr. Nelson, in all honesty, I don’t have answers for you, Mr. Lasso admitted, “I can speculate, but that’s just guessing. You want concrete answers. I understand that.”
“I appreciate your honesty,” a crestfallen Roger said. All the while he was thinking, I can’t pierce the fog in my memory, and Mr. Lasso’s not helping. Meanwhile, my knowing abilities are expanding; and most frustrating, I have no control over what is happening in my head. I’m just getting smarter.
“I don’t understand why you are obsessing about this. Your brain came out much improved at the back end of your accident.” Mr. Benito Lasso said.
“It’s the squeaky wheel phenomenon I guess . . . hell, I don’t know. I hear what you say.”
“Look at the bright side: You’re alive!”
“It’s not that I’m ungrateful about that . . . this memory loss is like a scab I can’t remove. But I’m glad you have been upfront with …show more content…
That scab on his memory would remain undisturbed longer than he was comfortable with. He’d intrigued the academic man and looked for help come from him. For his part, Mr. Lasso was so smitten by the puzzle Roger presented that he could not uncouple his own doubts about Roger from the urge to bore deeper into Roger’s psychic dilemma. He went a step further and called the NeuroScientia Lab, reaching Margarita Mason and he shared information with her—without violating conventional research protocol—on Roger’s mental issues.
“As you know, research money is hard to come by, and human subjects can be a bit dicey legally,” Margarita said frankly. “But if Roger lived in Bethesda, NSL could work with him.”
Mr. Lasso rang Roger up again told him of his little chat with Margarita. “You need to get there somehow.”
Like serendipity, Roger shouted optimistically, “I have a very good buddy there. A manager at a WM store in Maryland.”
“How fortuitous! This presents a ray of hope for you.”
“Yeah, it does! I got to thank you for this if it pans out.”
“Well, I hope this plan works for you.”
After hanging up with Mr. Lasso, Roger instantly phoned his friend Franklyn Burton in Maryland to talk about transferring to a Bethesda store. When Roger’s call came through, Mr. Burton had a scheduled meeting that hadn’t started yet inasmuch as Mr. Burton’s boss, VP Antonio Lopez, was late. Mr. Burton stepped outside to take the