I had my follow up neurological appointment yesterday and it was short and
He listened as I explained the difficulty I'd experienced with my local doctors surgery and how they seemed unable to follow the clear steps in his letter. He listened as I told him which medications I was now taking. He listened as I described how the new medication acted like a dimmer switch, turning down the daily pain I experienced by 50 to 60%.
Then he told me that I had a lovely brain.
Now. I don't know if anyone has ever told you that you have a lovely brain, but nothing really springs to mind as a suitable response. So I asked him if it would be possible to see for myself, and he said yes. Which hopefully means that some time soon I'll have a copy of my brain scan to play with. My lovely brain.
That aside, the outcome of our chat was slightly more enlightening. The weight loss from the Topamax is normal and it'll stop at some point (bones?). I can cut out one of tablets from the three that I've been taking. My brain is normal. My blood is normal. My organs are normal. I simply have a faulty gene which functions violently and spectacularly beyond the norm.
So. I'm normal. Which means that no one can complain anymore when I post weird pictures. Because I'm normal. I have it in black and white.
I might even frame it.