DEBBIE VISITS A SPANISH MENTAL HOSPITAL
by Rod
Chapter Eighteen
I had never felt so helpless in my life. I tried to concentrate on feeling
anything. My emotions went from panic to bliss to colors to position to time. I
could remember things but then for minutes had questions as to where I was. I
thought of sex and tried to get aroused but had no feelings as to where my
nipples, breasts, vagina or clitoris were. I thought of Elisa but nothing
happened. What a royal mess!
Sometime later, probably hours and probably after some sleeping, I realized that
my wrists were in cuffs. My God, I actually could feel them, but my arms were
very heavy.
More time passed and I gradually came "back to life". The helmet was removed and
the sticky goo-covering was pealed from my head. Plugs were extracted from my
ears and nose and the pads came off my eyes. I was blinded by the light but
could make out Maria standing near me. Pedro stood at the head of the table but
Dr. Gonzales was not present. I tried breathing against the respirator without
luck.
Pedro said, "Don't fight it. I am about to remove the respirator and then you
can see what you can do on your own." For a moment I could not get my breath but
this disappeared.
"Good," he said. "You don't need me anymore," and left.
Finally I could feel Maria removing the catheters, one from my bladder and the
other from my back. I was back to normal...or almost. I felt tired and I guess a
little confused still.
Maria said, "Debbie, try to sit up so I can lock your hands behind your back.
Then I'll help you take a nice shower."
"Oh no, not a punishment shower. I didn't do anything," I complained.
"No, a nice shower." And that was what Maria gave me, complete with gentle
washing with a soft sponge. I could have purred. After I was toweled dry I was
placed in a chair and given a delicious salad and some wine. She had to help me
eat and drink but it tasted wonderful.
When I had finished these she turned on a tape recorder and we talked for almost
an hour about how I felt when totally deprived of sensations. I guess it was the
confusion and panic that bothered me the most. I had no answer to her question
of whether it would help in the treatment of an insane person.
"Okay, back in your cage little doggie and since Dr. Gonzales might come by I
will have to gag you. Do you have a choice of type?"
"No, please don't. I'll be quiet," I said.
"Doctor's orders." With that she selected a pear gag with a broad rubber strap
the covered my face from just below my nose down to a point below my chin. I
detested this for the drool just filled my mouth and kept me constantly
swallowing until I got used to it.
Back in the cage I heard a final "Goodnight. Elisa will probably be in early
tomorrow.
