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Chapter Eight
Where Do We Go From Rock Bottom
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check your hormone level. If we discover anything abnormal, I'd
recommend you see an endocrinologist.
"But if we don't find any medical reason for your decreased
sex drive," he continued, "I'd like to refer you to one of my colleagues, Dr. Don Williams. He's a specialist in the field of male sexual dysfunction and could certainly be of help."
We were speechless. Neither of us had heard of a specialist
in male sexual dysfunction. This sounded exactly like someone we
needed to see!
"Does this plan sound all right with you?"
"Sounds fine," Keith replied. "And . . . um . . . we could
meet with Dr. Williams anytime. The sooner the better, in fact."
"Good. Stop by the lab on your way out for the blood draw,
and I'll call you this afternoon with the results. If everything's normal, I'll have my secretary set up an appointment for you with Dr.
Williams."
The blood work, indeed, turned up nothing, and we waited
for a week to get a session with Dr. Williams.
It was a good week for us. We went out to dinner at our
favorite restaurant, talked about what we wanted to cover in our
session, and snuggled close at night.
On the 45-minute drive to Rochester the next week, our
spirits were high; we were eager to meet "the Great Oz."
When we passed the hotel we had used the day we got the
injections - the hotel we now called "our love nest" - we glanced
knowingly at each other, smiling. We walked through the Clinic
holding hands, took the elevator up to the Counseling Floor, and
waited anxiously to meet the man who would share with us the
secrets to getting our sex life back in order.
At precisely two o'clock, the nurse called our name and
escorted us to see Dr. Williams.
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