Neurologist gave me a slew of coordination tests, which was like a giant sobriety test except with less swearing and far fewer insults to ethnic groups who are “ruining this country.”
I need an MRI and a couple EEG tests, which I should be getting fairly soon, hopefully in the next few days. I hear they’re a lot of fun. And I’m SO SURE insurance will just sign off on an MRI because THEY’RE SO COOPERATIVE AND ALWAYS LOOKING OUT FOR THE PATIENT’S BEST INTERESTS. I like to scream my sarcasm.
I’m still not allowed to drive, per Virginia law, until the doctor can give me the “man, that shit will never happen again… or probably never” diagnosis. Thanks, Virginia! But, you know, working from home in my skivvies and beardscruff isn’t half bad (see tumblr photos from 2 years ago).
So, all in all, I still don’t know what’s going on. But I swear to Christ, if I have a brain tumor, please lord, let it be one of the kinds that make you super genius smart. Like human calculator smart. That would be really great for parties where people have lots of math problems they need solved and they can’t find a calculator.