Today I had the big "final appointment" with my doctor. He was going to inform me if I was indeed broken or not. I'm good! Yay, all those billions of tests were done in vain. He basically said that I was tumor and brain-damage free, which is always nice to know.
Ironically enough, when he said the words "brain damage" I chose that exact moment to bang my head off a wall. The stuffy doctor had a good laugh about that one.
I still might have to go see the neurologist (Dr. Shave I believe, the one Crazy-Enterprise-Lady says is "a hotty") but I think since these tests came through well I can talk mom out of it.
It was all going well until my doctor opened his big and said: "So I know the internist told you that you shouldn't be swimming, standing on ladders and driving. . ." STUPID-FATTY-DOCTOR. Ugh, all I got was the evil eye (mom doesn't like to make scenes), but I know I haven't heard the last of it. But other then that along with my lovely First-Aid training, it was a relatively good day. :)
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