Thursday, February 2, 2017
On Thursday, the doctor I didn’t like, the one who thought I’d had a seizure, sent me for a CAT scan of my brain.
I think it was around the time of the seizure the day before that my memory started to get a little sketchier, so a fair amount of this day is fuzzy. I remember my Father-in-Law driving me to the hospital in Tillsonburg, twenty minutes away from my home. They could fit me in that day, and they scanned my brain.
I hate to admit this, but I’m just going to throw it out there.
I don’t think they found anything. You can take that any way you like.
With this test out of the way, all that was left was to face the doctors at the Urgent Care Neurological Centre in London, ON.
To be continued…
