I vowed in my previous post that I will honor my previous cancelled appointments with various medical specialists. So, today at ten past 10:00 a.m I went to the hospital and had a brief hostile talk with a neurosurgeon. Hostile because he was very curt with me. Maybe it was my fault. I can imagine myself emanating distrust towards these people and somehow they can read it. Of course they can. They are trained to spot these sort of attitudes. But who can blame me?
We started off on the wrong foot. He greeted me at the door with an almost friendly “How are you?” It took me a couple of minutes to get around the question and give some answer, by that time he already irritated by my silence and decided to be brief with me. But I find that what he said was out of place. I was there with him so, obviously I am not fine. Anyway he was borderline rude.
After he checked the images of my head, shoulder and neck on his screen he told me that my cervical vertebra is leaning backwards instead of normally curving towards the front. When I asked him for a reason why, he told me he doesn’t know yet since we just met five minutes ago and if there is someone who knows why it would be no other than myself since I am the one feeling the discomfort. What a charming guy he is.
He handed me a paper to give to the medical secretary for another appointment next week Oct. 14 to the nuclear medicine department to have some scan I’ve never heard of before. Whole body this time. The woman at the desk told me I have to be injected with something, wait for three hours before they can go on with the procedure and come back the week after, Monday Oct. 19 to talk about the result with that brusque neurosurgeon again who by the way sent me to the other side of the hospital to get my blood taken. He handed me a form with a list of things that have to be checked. Most of the terms are foreign to me but what else I can do but obey? As long as he is not suggesting to tinker with my essentials and vitals via some form of operation, I’m okay with it.
I’m home now writing this. Then I’m off to bed to have some sleep. I’ve been awake again for two days straight and have to gather my wits to write poetry later for Writing 201 assignments. Lord, I’m in pain! But I need to train my brain to keep sane that’s why I keep writing despite of everything.