Granny Weatherwax is an expert on “headology” – I could do with someone like her here in Languedoc, but as I don’t live on Discworld I went to see the nearest thing in Beziers.
A scan on a space-age RMI scanner last week indicated my brain is beginning to look like a swiss cheese (no surprise to anyone who knows me), so today I had an appointment with a specialist who can analyse the CD and photos they gave me and to run some more tests. There were no broomsticks or pointy hats in evidence which was a little disappointing.
He seemed very interested in all the “empty” spaces shown in my brain and then had me plugged into a sort of electric hair-net for half an hour while lights were flashing off and on. I decided to think of naughty things in case he got a picture on his equipment, but I suppose everyone does that. The lady operating the apparatus was very nice and nothing like Nanny Ogg.
Medical services in France are absolutely wonderful, no waiting lists, immediate attention, polite staff and you get help, advice and your results immediately.
Back in the doctors consulting room he took time to explain his findings – it seems I have had a lot of injuries to my brain going back a long time, maybe caused by high blood pressure, but I was once a stunt-man in the movies falling off motorbikes and stuff and that this has created many small (and couple of large) areas of damage. – That’s it, simple and straightforward and it explains why I have not been able to concentrate for some time and why I have been unable to write (or do anything useful) for some time.
There’s nothing I can do about it except avoid stress and live a regime which helps keep my blood pressure down – which is one reason I am writing this down, to help me get to grips with things
The empty bits of my head will not “fill up” again, gone is gone – but I understand the brain is a clever bit of tissue and whatever the bits I have lost did, I may be able to get other bits to do instead, sort of parallel processing.
At least it explains why I have been very ratty with friends and why I can trip over my own shoelaces – so if you see me smiling at everybody and wearing wellingtons in future, you know why.