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By Bruce Kaler M.D.

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Turnabout

A medical mystery

Published by Bruce Kaler at Smashwords 2008

Smashwords Edition, Licence Notes:

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ISBN: 1-4392-0556-6

ISBN-13: 9781439205563

LCCN: 2008909992

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Chapter I

The constant chill finally aroused me as well as the tangle of covers around my neck and legs. Frustrated by my lack of success in overcoming my twisted blankets and uncomfortable position, I tried to peer through the slits of my barely open eyes. I couldn't see much more than the early morning light. I was drawn back down into sleep refusing to give it up. With a forceful tug of the covers and an athletically timed twist of my torso, I tried with a heave to rid myself of the tangle. As I did, my pillow slipped to the floor, my face contacting the bare cold leather of the bed.

The bed? a voice inside my head said. What the—? It was enough for me to raise my head awkwardly, craning my neck, focusing on—the seat of my office couch! As the cobwebs began to clear and only to reappear in my "morning mouth," I realized I had fallen asleep in the office. From the appearance of the papers on the floor next to me, the table lamp glaring in my eyes, and yesterday's clothes still adorning my crumpled body, I cleverly must have laid down to read a journal and fallen asleep. The wall clock corroborated the ungodly hour of 6:40 a.m. on my wristwatch. I could see mostly clouds out the window with little bits of blue scattered around the sky. The clouds streamed by in formation. It was probably quite blustery out. Only then did the gnawing thoughts of reality start to seep in to my mind.