I had a scan and also saw my surgeon yesterday.
He explained to me how lucky I was to be alive and showed me pictures of my abscess. It had a diameter of 4.5 cm – this is bigger than a golf ball - Holy Toledo.
He explained how pleased he was when he got inside my head and saw it - and drained all the muck out. This apparently is one of his favorite things and gives him a great deal of satisfaction.
My scan was OK and he does not want to see me again. I thanked him for saving my life and said I really hoped I would never see him again professionally.
I said that under Australian tradition if you save a person’s life you own them forever. I promised to pop round and wash his car as soon as I was up to it.
He thinks my headaches are because of the trauma my brain suffered – but he does not really know – he is not interested in much except poking about in brains and said he didn’t really listen to anything in medical school unless it was about brains.
I got his bill a day or so ago – it was for $10,000. This seem to be a bit on the low side for removing a golf ball sized abscess. Perhaps this was just the first part of it.
I bought a filing cabinet from Amazon for my medical bills and when it fills up I will store stuff in boxes in the basement. I am working on a Dewey decimal filing system and may get a motorized wheel chair so I can move easily between sections.
I am still not allowed in the basement. I am not sure why.
I am starting to be allowed to cook and made Mrs. Henderson's famous hotpot yesterday.
Tomorrow see my infectious diseases doctor. He also saved my life but I am not washing two cars. I will send him a Christmas card.