After a bit of depression, I’m back writing.

In early July I finally went to see the neurosurgeon. After 4 months of waiting, It was a day filled with some hope and a lot anxiety. It wasn’t to be, the doctor, an arrogant acting man barely acknowledged my existence, talked down to me as something less than him.

I didn’t go alone, Reno, my friend and carer came with me. He also was treated with arrogance, even ignored by the doctor. The gist of the story that was to play out was basically rude, inconsiderate and sent me into a depressive state for days after. He didn’t even bother to look at my CT scan until I questioned him at possible treatment regimes. Basically he said, TOO OLD, TOO FAT and in general terms to piss off. He wasn’t even interested in discussing any options but suggested things that cost money and anyone on a disability support pension knows the cost involved with the amount of treatment needed is expensive and basically out of reach to most pensioners.

Anyway recently I went to see my GP, the report given to him from the public hospital surgeon was different to what actually happened. I am not sure what direction I can take now, do I just move on and cope with what’s to come. What I do know as time moves on the condition will only just get worse. It’s gotten progressively worse as time has moved on so unless I can get treatment/surgery I do not doubt the damage will increase.