Two doctors from the International Brain Research Foundation visited us yesterday to perform some tests and begin the groundwork for a plan of treatment, provided we can pay for it all.
Tests included Evoked Response Potential, qualitative EEG (or qEEG), and a neurological evaluation, among others (just hover your mouse over the term to get a short definition, or refer to the glossary). As we understand it, we should start getting results back in a couple of weeks.
So, it feels great to have some treatments in the not-so-distant future.
Often in my life, I have to chose between embarrassing myself, or going for the laugh (at my own expense). Most always, I go for the latter. Hey, it keeps my ego in check (along with marriage). So, here — for your entertainment — is something that reminds me just how idiotic I can be…
My first was a response to Sue (my wife). Her car battery has been dead for a while now. I have truly intended to jump it or hook it up to the battery charger, but the day just gets in the way.
So, when she asked me to take care of this yesterday I wanted to jump right on it. Here is where my story turns ugly (for me). This is the point where you might want to note that I am, most surely, less than a half-wit. Okay, here goes… I asked her if she wouldn’t mind pulling her car up by the garage door so I could more easily hook the charger to her dead battery. Sue looked at me like I just grew a second head. It was the all too familiar look of either “You are such an idiot that I’m not even going to humor you with a response” or “You’ll be hearing about that for a looooooong time!”. In a rare feat, I earned both.
- I simultaneously overdose and underdose myself.
- A night with a bad nurse.