It was a rabbit hole kind of day. Mid morning after I took a loaf of bread to a neighbor, and made a run to the dump, I decided to do a little mowing. In the shed an unwelcome visitor awaited me, so I threw him out using the crooked stick that I can use to snag a chicken's foot. Then I noticed the bulge. As the neighbors have no small children or pets, I decided it's either some hapless sitting duck, small possum or rabbit or a large egg...
Then I had the world's most unproductive phone consultation with my neurologist who began by saying that I might not remember her since I saw her only once, briefly (she let a resident do the exam without supervision). I do, unfortunately, remember her only too well. In the 15 minute consultation, she called me ma'am several times, said my lesions were in the brain stem and that since I have no true exacerbations I don't need a MRI and she'll see me in two years. I was polite but really wanted to respond - not if I see you first.
And this morning, my dear old dog peed twice on the kitchen floor. So it's obviously going to be one of those weeks.