9/6/13: Patient went to bed very late last night and was up early this morning. He was angry at the world for not buying his Syria attack plan. Vlad Putin asked for a brief meeting this morning, and I administered a modest dose of Ativan to help with his phobia. I was not allowed to attend the meeting but patient emerged looking fearful and trembling. He was due to meet a group of LBGT citizens as a gesture of defiance before leaving Russia, which would not have pleased Putin, who is a frightening man. "Get me to Air Force One, ASAP", he told his Secret Service detail. "Dr. Rink please stay with me. Please" when we were installed in the rear seat of The Beast, patient lay down, put a thumb in his mouth and pulled a small, pink blanket out of a door pocket and began to rub the satin edge against his cheek. "Boo-Boo always make things better" he said. "Boo-boo is a good blankie." I nodded my agreement, hoping to keep the moron together long enough just to get him back on board AF1 and his private office where I could counsel him and get him to relax for the long flight to DC. I was very concerned about what had happened during his one-on-one meeting with Putin, so I decided to hypnotize him to find out what had transpired. In my medical kit I have a device with a row of LEDs that light-up from side to side and I ask patients to follow the movement with their eyes. A state of hypnosis is quickly induced.
"Imagine you are entering that private room with Putin," I told him. " Tell me what transpires." Patient begins to tremble again and suddenly gasps: Woooof" and grabs his stomach. " He's hit me in the solar plexus. He's saying: "Keep the hell out of Syria" "OK, I gasp, trying to breathe."
I tell him to sleep and wake up in a couple hours when I snap my fingers. --Dictated by Dr S.H. Rink
