Visit by doctor brings good news

Good afternoon everyone. 

I have had to call out the doctor today, after two difficult nights at home.  My mum called the hospital, who told her to call 111.  I answered all the 111 questions that simply check that I am not dying and not suicidal, and the call is concluded with her recommending that I go to GOTODOC at the Manchester Royal Infirmary.  I refused to attend.  She asked me if I could walk, and I said as far as the toilet.  It was agreed that a doctor would be asked to visit, but that I may have to wait.  I said this was fine.  Blimey, I have had brain surgery, and had to beg for a doctor to visit. 

The outcome was that the doctor arrived within the hour, which was brilliant.  He checked my pulse, blood pressure, temperature (37.2), movement, breathing, and asked lots of questions about what had happened in the night.  My mum had written down her version of what was happening and shared with him that she did not think I was hallucinating, but that I was giggling uncontrollably and completely out of control.  She wrote out some of things I was saying, or laughing about.

The doctor has helped us.  One of the  outcomes of the steroids is ecstasy.  Plus my brain has changed with the extraction of the tumour.  There are going to be more times when I become ecstatic.  Before the ecstacy I am experiencing fear, uncertainty and drastic worry.  This is also part of the impact of the steroids.  I do not have to worry about it.  If it happens again tonight, we will end up laughing about it.

When the doc left, he gave mum good feedback and said that she was doing a good job.

I feel confident that I can deal with whatever happens next.  Now I know that the drugs are making me barmy, I don't mind being barmy.  :) :) :)