No News…

Well, I’m still here – not that I really didn’t expect to be but just the same…

Last week I popped into the local Emporium of Healing for an MRI scan of the old noggin. They’d already done a blood test looking for some obscure protein that might have indicated that my memory problems were caused by some sort of chemical imbalance. That would have been good news because then they could treat it. But no. It came back normal so we move on the scanning the inside of my head.

I was relieved to find that there wasn’t a search fee involved in case they couldn’t locate my brain. They were more interested in the inner workings of my ear to discover why my hearing is so much out of balance but, hey, while we’re in there we may as well have a good look around! So they did and now we wait for the results.

The good news is that there’s no news because if they’d found something nasty then they assure me I’d hear pretty damned quick – assuming efficiency of course. To be fair, the NHS are pretty shit hot on nasty stuff so I’m highly optimistic I’ll be around to irritate the fuck out of everyone for some time to come.

On the hearing front, I’m getting used to being able to hear stuff again properly. It’s disconcerting at first. You’re overwhelmed by the input until the brain adjusts to it. When you put the things on, the first few minutes is the worst until the brain dampening cuts in. After a couple of weeks, I’m beginning to forget that they’re there. I’m certainly not self conscious about them. After all, if you can’t see properly then you wear glasses, so it’s the same sort of thing really.

Mrs D is monitoring whether some of my problems have been down to deafness. I certainly feel better but I’m still forgetting stuff – like when to put my damned hearing aids in! Ironic really.

And my optician tells me that my cataracts are growing very slowly at the moment so at least we’re putting that dreaded procedure off for a while yet.

All in all, things aren’t going too badly. Well, put it this way – they could be worse. And probably will get to be so.

Happy days…


9 responses to “No News…

  1. Good to hear it’s nowt horrible: just (as with me) a slowly advancing decrepitude.

  2. Sounds as if you are ready for the knackers. When you start to find body parts in your turn ups you know tis time to go into the good light.

  3. flaxensaxon

    Aye Ted, soon be brewing my own when retired.

  4. Don’t be afraid of the cataract removal, ive had both done, was scary as hell, but really simple op. The only downside is having to wear glasses for close up reading, but generally its just cheapo magnifiers that you can pick up for a couple of quid. lfb_uk

    • Thanks for the kind thought. My wife had both hers done. She’s fine. Trouble is I’m phobic about my eyes and it’s not been helped by a bloke I met who had complications and lost the sight in his right eye when he had his done. My optician says that’s extremely rare but that doesn’t make me feel any better.
      Afraid I might panic during the op but I’m told it can be done under a general for prats like me. Still, it’s a ways off yet so they say. Let’s hope they’re right because my wife went from hardly noticeable to nearly blind in just over a year…