Brain Salad Surgery
May 3,2014
SATURDAY!!!!!!!
And a beautiful day it is in the good old mid west...it sure ain't snowing.
My baby got a new car today all by himself.
Can't believe how far he has come....he makes me cry I am so proud of him.
From thug to manchild.
I love him more than I can ever say.
ANYWAY...had to mention that cuz I just got a ride in the new ride on this BEAUTIFUL day.
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SO, I met the (Russian!) Neurosurgeon that wants to drill holes in my cranium, stick wires in the middle of my brain and wire me up to a battery pack that will reside in my upper chest under the clavicle. He shrugs this off, very nonchalant about the whole procedure.
At least he isn't a major asshole like every neurosurgeon I have met to date.
He did wink at both me and Jackie though which was kind of weird...
I made myself pick up the phone yesterday to schedule the surgery.
Meeting the doc and making the arrangements is freaking me out in a major way.
It doesn't help that I worked Neuro for the first two years as an R.N. (Boot Camp)
It DOES help that I feel like SHIT today and the meds don't seem to want to work for me.
Or maybe I am being stubborn and not letting them work.
Or maybe it's time to get the surgery done.
TO THE LAND WHERE PARKINSON'S DISEASE DOESN'T EXIST.
I just am not quite sure where that is...
Maybe my ruby slippers will help??
(damn I just gave them away!)
Until the next,
Love and Peace...
SATURDAY!!!!!!!
And a beautiful day it is in the good old mid west...it sure ain't snowing.
My baby got a new car today all by himself.
Can't believe how far he has come....he makes me cry I am so proud of him.
From thug to manchild.
I love him more than I can ever say.
ANYWAY...had to mention that cuz I just got a ride in the new ride on this BEAUTIFUL day.
*********************************************************************************
SO, I met the (Russian!) Neurosurgeon that wants to drill holes in my cranium, stick wires in the middle of my brain and wire me up to a battery pack that will reside in my upper chest under the clavicle. He shrugs this off, very nonchalant about the whole procedure.
At least he isn't a major asshole like every neurosurgeon I have met to date.
He did wink at both me and Jackie though which was kind of weird...
I made myself pick up the phone yesterday to schedule the surgery.
Meeting the doc and making the arrangements is freaking me out in a major way.
It doesn't help that I worked Neuro for the first two years as an R.N. (Boot Camp)
It DOES help that I feel like SHIT today and the meds don't seem to want to work for me.
Or maybe I am being stubborn and not letting them work.
Or maybe it's time to get the surgery done.
I think I'll just get in the new car and make my baby drive me far far away....
TO THE LAND WHERE PARKINSON'S DISEASE DOESN'T EXIST.
I just am not quite sure where that is...
Maybe my ruby slippers will help??
(damn I just gave them away!)
Until the next,
Love and Peace...
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