Update: The pillows war
Cease fire? Peace at last?
Yesterday's visit to the Emergency Room by my mother was utterly lacking in charm. It left me off my feed all day. Hate to sound insensitive to miserable day, but this is my diary, she can whine in hers. I didn't sleep well because of all the stuff that just wouldn't leave my brain.
On the subject of my brain The latest plans seem to include irradiating it. I am not sure I like this idea. The procedure will involve irradiating the site at which Grape was excised and Junior as well. As I understand it, I'll be zapped for about fifteen minutes a day for seven to ten days. This will cause Junior not to grow larger and will prevent the return of Grape. Radiation of my brain annoys me. I like my brain. My brain is my second favorite organ. I don't want it to glow. I am unhappy with the prospect.
I have an appointment to see a neuro-ophthalmologist in St. Louis on January 17th. The plan is to flash at my eyes while electrodes at the back of my skull discern if the impulses are actually reaching the portion of the brain to which the optic nerve is attached. and how to proceed if they do not reach? I don't know.
I have not begun my braille class. I must do so soon, quite soon. I must get back to work, get life organized, find someone to stay in the house with my mother while I am at work, begin the process of having a life.I can't say I'm looking forward to it.