What I want to be when I grow up.
I've decided what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I'm going to be a neurologist!
A while back (August 21, 2006 to be precise, but who's keeping track) I was sitting at work and the next thing I remember was waking up the next day in the ICU at Northwestern Hospital. Apparantly I had three grand mal seizures. Needless to say, I was slightly wigged out.
To make a long story short, I got better. I never had anything like this happen to me before and so far, I never have again. Apparently freak occurances like this are fairly common. But, to be on the safe side, I dutifully went in to see the neurologist this morning for my scheduled follow up appointment.
The neurologist had no idea what caused this and still doesn't. Seems like a pretty cushy job. I can say "I don't know." In fact, with practice, I'm sure I can get very good at it.
The neurologist had me on drugs for about four months. Not a very happy time for me because I rarely felt like myself and forming a halfway coherent thought (let alone going to work) was a major effort. Sort of like Cheech and Chong without the laughs and second-hand smoke.
So, when I go in the first thing she asks me is if I'm still on the drugs.
I just stared at her and reminded her that she took me off them in December.
She then asked me when was the last time I was in to see her.
I wanted to say that the correct answer to this question was probably 'DUH!' but instead I just reminded her that this should all be in my chart. I knew it was the end of November but I figured I'd have her at least do something!
The then looked throught my file, typed in her computer (using just one hand which took forever, BTW!) then told me everything was okay but I needed to watch out since it was possible, although unlikely, that I could have another seizure.
She told me to call her if I feel anything 'funny.' Her exact words. I think 'funny' is a scientific medical term that you need to go to med school to fully comprehend. Of course this is better than last time when she just told me to call her if I have another seizure. I assume she meant call her after I have the seizure though I'm not quite sure about that. I'm not a doctor, after all.
So that's it. I'm cured. It's a miracle!
And I've found my calling in neurology. I mean even the cashier at McDonald's has to know what goes on a Bic Mac and how to supersize things. Apparently a neurologist doesn't even need to know how to type.
Yes, I think I can master that. No problem.