Good News, Bad News

I had my annual appointment with Doc Plotkin, my neurologist, yesterday. Given last year’s pronouncement that that he was “concerned” and “we’ll need to keep a close watch” on me, along with my perceived slight uptick in symptoms, I figured this’d be an operation year.

I was pretty certain of it.

My plan was, that if Plotkin was on the fence about surgery now, I’d opt for it. Better to get it over and done with than have it hanging over my head all Sword of Damocles-like.

Surprise! He feels it’s better to wait. Warum? There’re some new, less invasive, less intense options coming down the pike but they’re not up and ready to go yet (lasers, radiation, magic elves!). Possibly, I’ll never need to have my melon sliced open as of yore. Wouldn’t that be sweet!

I grilled the good doc—you’re sure that I should wait. He said that he’d advise his sister to wait.

I replied, yeah but do you like your sister?

Heh.Yes, yes he does.

So that was the good news. What’s the bad? Eh, this means I won’t get a hospital induced boost in my dieting. I always drop the pounds while in there. Yes, that’s the only bit that I’ll miss. As much as I've been at the ready for surgical battle against these motherfucking tumors, I've not actually been jonesing for OR time. Rilly.

What about those perceived, increased manifestations? Apparently illness—colds, infections—can trigger double vision and headaches. Like a runner whose old knee injuries flare up after a jog on a cold wet day, a UTI or bout of rhinitis will set off my poor head. Joy. More reason to excerise, eat healthy and just chill.

Workin' on it!