I’m due for a check-up at the brainular clinic on the 9th November. Perhaps not talking about it isn’t doing my mood a lot of good so I’m going to.

There’s a little part of me that’s absolutely shitting itself. Other parts of me (ironically my brain being the major player) offer varied distractions, all of them inconsequential. Playing silly online games; listening to old TV theme tunes (although I perhaps should stop that - the sad end credits music from The Incredible Hulk is too, well, sad); not getting on with my studies; moaning about work: all of it doesn’t really matter but helps me to not think about my fifth angiogram and first MRI scan. I have very very little indeed to be worrying about; this is just to make sure I still have a clean bill of health. Only very few and minor headaches now; no loss of, er, thingy; and I get to ogle some horny female nurses soon, too. All good really. I’ll only be in for the day and I’ll have the rest of the week off to be a lazy swine. Nope. Nothing to worry about.

Doesn’t mean I won’t though.

Thanks for reading. Helps to let these things out, you know?

‹Takes deep breath and moves on to happier thoughts›

Had a brief chat with my brain doc today.
No tests as such, but what he gleaned from my answers to his clever questions gave him cause to tell me all is still fine with my Numskulls! Need to keep my blood-pressure down, which is easy as I come from a long line of really really old people, all with suitably low blood-pressure.
I’m to return for one more angiogram in 6 months: they’ll also do an MRI scan at that time and see if they can get the two sets of results to co-relate. If that works out (which it should do quite easily) then I’ll never need another angiogram, just an MRI scan once every few years to keep an eye on my brain. Good news indeed, except it means I only have one last shot at waggling my willy at nurses. I’ve been told to write a rude message on it but no-one can write that small. And no, I can’t do anything about that on a temporary basis; local anaesthetic is very unkind in its own special way.

Talking of wood, the wishing well is coming along very nicely indeed! Lookit!

The base has since had some beading fitted to tidy it up and the first coat of white paint has been applied. I’ve also finished the handle and learnt about the joys of dowelling! I like dowelling.
You never know, I might actually get it finished by the time the wedding comes around.
Officially, we’re 77.81% complete on our mahoosive pre-wedding task-list. There is a little bit of pre-wedding tension in the air casa Omally, but not on my part: I’ve to keep my blood-pressure down, remember?

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Kronky was kind enough to escort me to the surgery round the corner this morning, just to make sure I didn’t get beaten up by skool-kids or trip over any sweet-wrappers (Ta Kronky!). Turned out to be the best trip to the docs I’ve ever had! Hoorah! I love my GP, he’s my hero!

FANTASTIC!
Y’see, today I finally got some medical information that I can really sink my teeth into. My GP, after questioning me carefully and examining me, said ‘Hmmm. There’s nothing much wrong with you now, is there?! If you really want to and if you feel you are up to it, you can go back to work whenever you like. How long shall I sign you off for?’
I asked for a couple more weeks to build my strength up a bit, seeing as I frustratingly seem to still need daytime naps (though I’m now officially allowed to do chores round the house, bit of gardening, bit of swimming, w.h.y. which should help to get my energy levels back to normal) Doc added on a bit more and so I’m going back to work on the 14th April. Having forwarded the great news already, my wonderful bosses are very happy with that, too!

SPLENDID!
The other good bit is, Doc looked up a load of info from DVLA and told me not to surrender my licence as the DVLA requested but told me to simply to call them and say ‘My Doc says you can’t have my licence so ner’ which I’ve just done and they’re sending me a medical questionaire instead so they can get the official info from my Doc. Simply put, the aneurysm was at the front of my brain and not the back, which is apparently much less risky, meaning I can drive once I’m fully recovered from the surgery to fix the aneurysm, rather than waiting up to a year before driving to see if the aneurysm goes pop again.

So, a great day so far and seeing as good things come in threes (usually, in my experience, this is the case) I wonder what number 3 will be? We shall have to wait and see. I may well edit this post to add the Marvellous bit, unless Tammy does something obscene to me later in which case I’ll retain a dignified silence.