I may not get to see him anytime soon. The latest bright idea from my children in the Neurology Dept at Tampa General Hospital is sawing my head open and playing in whatever they find. They have chewed their thumbs to nubs dreaming of it for months. I finally got tired of listening to them moaning because of how much fun they would have. I have a severe seizure thing they think they can fix. Maybe. If I'm lucky for one of the few times in my life. I would like to get off these stinking meds they have me thoroughly hooked on.
I don't have anything simple. Oh no. If I have a seizure I get rip roaring full tilt things that put me on life support. Status Epilepticus. I'm talking screaming rides in ambulances on 2 wheels on wide sweeping curves. One trip I woke up when the attendant and my daughter wound up sprawled over me as the terrified driver almost spun out into Tampa Bay. You get a little tired of that.
I hid out in Lakeland after they came up with the bright idea of playing with chopsticks in my head. But if I walk down a hall I bounce from one side to the other, hitting shoulders on the way. The meds are so strong people think I have Alzheimer's. I've had it. Back to the Neurology kids from Med school.