Tuesday morning, Brenna finally sat down and made an appointment with Dr. Black. Adam and Ruth had convinced her to have her headaches looked into again. If nothing else, there might be a new medication on the market that could help her.
At 3:00 that afternoon, she made her way downtown to the large white Victorian house on the corner near the library. Dr. Black had his office in a room downstairs in the front of his house and had practiced out of it for the last forty years. Brenna was relieved to discover his age didn't mean he was behind the times where modern medicine was concerned.
After spending half an hour with her, Dr. Black agreed the headaches were stress-related. Brenna had passed her neurological exam and vision test with flying colors. Discussing her life stress and her nightmares took longer than her physical exam. She told him she'd already tried several anti-depressants to which she had various nasty side effects, and didn't want to try any more. He sighed and finally prescribed a migraine medication to be used with the worst of the headaches, but also encouraged her to find a therapist in Port Evan so she could talk through her problems and learn more holistic methods of dealing with grief and stress. Brenna left feeling someone had finally heard her even if he didn't have a magic pill to fix everything. She had to confess, she had fudged a little on sharing her nightmares. The stuff about Helena was a little too bizarre. It was one thing to be considered troubled, another to be considered off her rocker.