Three days after christmas I went for an MRI – finally today my doctor called me with the results – apparently he was on vacation while my brain was filing up with lemonade. Fantastic. Anyway – yes, I do have hydrocephalus – which I thought was already established. He is sending me to a Neurologist who is affiliated with Methodist Hospital – the top Neurological department in the city. The word the doctor used is "arrest" as in "the neurologist will meet with you to determine methods to arrest this condition" - why did I get a mental image of a brain in handcuffs? Next Thursday I'll learn if I have to go for fucking surgery. Or – tell them to fuck off I'm not having a hole drilled in my skull.
Right.
No comments:
Post a Comment