I bet y’all never thought you’d hear from this bad dream of Allison’s again. But, I just thought I would write again to keep you coming back for more.
Nothing new to report from this world called reality. Allison and I went to a Shepherd gathering the other night for these two guys headed back home; one from Wisconsin and the other from Australia. It was nice to see which therapists came out to see them off. It kind of gave me a clue that they’re not just there for the pay check, but they build true friendships with the patients, or clients as they prefer to say.
I have an appointment with Dr. K tomorrow. He is my neurologist at Shepherd that saw me the first time just three weeks post accident. I don’t think I could’ve gotten a better doctor. He’s really personable and talks to me, not Allison or my Mom; unless, of course I can’t remember something. Come on! When do I ever need help remembering something? Ha!
Prior to meeting with Dr. K, Allison and I went to meet with my neuro psychologist Dr. M. It went well. It’s interesting to me how these doctors know what I mean when I say something totally off the wall.
Well, one thing that Dr. M told me without knowing me before is that I have good problem solving skills, that I am intelligent and have good speech and language skills. By the way, by no means is he all knowing. I failed to mention that I went through a series of questions and problems and he was getting these impressions about me from the tests results. The meeting was good and bad. I say both because there is no excuse for me going to the happy psycho place that Allison has written to you all about before. I’m working on it though.
O.K. that’s all for now. Until next time, the Ghost