Mr. Lime saw the neurologist today. All test results aside from the Whooziewhatsit cyst are normal and the cyst has nothing to do with the seizure. The visit might have been more productive if the patient had conducted himself like an adult instead of a petulant child. (Forgive me for being so blunt.) So I have little to report beyond that. I thank everyone for the prayers and good thoughts. He feels well, we just have no real answers as to why this occurred. In the meantime I also need to being finding some specialists for Calypso. Her post-accident examination revealed some rather concerning things not at all related to the accident. We need to be finding some specialists for her to rule out some ugly things. I am trying to look at the accident as a way to find these issues (because otherwise they would not have been made apparent) so we can get an accurate treatment and diagnosis for her. Much as I feel like a broken record...I'd appreciate any prayers and good thoughts sent her way.
And now for the chuckle portion of our post...
Calypso has the kind of relationship with Dr. Hubba Hubba at our office wherein she jokingly tells him why he can't find a wife and he laughs riotously at her insults. He looks forward to her barbs. Tonight's conversation went like this:
Calypso: So you're wearing the same ugly shirt you had on last time. Have you even changed since then? You know women like to know you attend to hygiene and laundry.
Dr. Hubba Hubba: Oh yeah, you should have seen me yesterday. I had an argyle sweater on and it got lots of compliments.
Massage Therapist: Yeah, he had kind of a Charlie Brown vibe going on.
Calypso: Ah, so while others were getting girlfriends, all he got was a rock.