White billowy clouds moved across blue skies. Garrison tried to focus on what was happening outside the window and tried to ignore the doctor who pointed light into each of his pupils. The physician had tried to make small talk earlier by commenting how long he had had been an approved provider for NASCAR.
“Well, everything looks good. But I am concerned about the headaches you’re having. The neck CT scan showed nothing remarkable. As a precaution, you should see a neurologist.”
Garr didn’t say anything. He knew the doctor meant well. But he also knew that even though he was getting checked out at the hospital, this was the speedway’s doctor checking him out, and this doc had the power to recommend Garr’s return to racing or hold back medical clearance. Garrison eyed the bespectacled doc
