They were migraines. And that came out of left field because I’d never had them before. Mine were the less common type called a migraine “with aura.” The speech, visual and sensory disruptions were all part of the profile, and the fact that a severe headache followed each episode was the key. So just like that, the mystery was over. And not the mystery only: my fear of impending doom was over. I was suddenly being informed that I am healthier than most really fat guys have any right to expect to be. It was a nice moment.
So there ya go. Our little adventure, taking us out of Africa to Italy is drawing to a close. Soon, its back to Liberia to solve yet another mystery, maybe even bigger than this one—how is this chapter in Liberia going to close, and what chapter will be waiting on the other side of the page. But, that can hold off a few days, can’t it? Yes it can, because, after all…
… Milano awaits!
Next Time-- The Reeds in Italy, Part Three: Accidental Tourists
Getting ready to climb into the CT scan earlier Monday morn. Philip getting ready to make me feel weird.
This is a CT cross scan of my bod. Not sure of all the organs we're lookin' at-- knowing its my guts is enough, no?
The MRI. I go in there. I come out a changed man.
Nurse Roberta takes my blood pressure, this for the 20th time in five days over a couple thousand miles.
The endocrinologists tells me he's not going to tell me to lose weight. Thanks.
The head of the department, left, and the Dr. who followed me through from the initial ambulance ride, Antonio Voza, tell me I can go home.
Before I leave, two more things. First lunch for two, an italian feast-- now that's hospiital food!
And Roberta gets to yank out the multi valved, tinker-toy like structure that's been stuck an inch into my arm for three days. I still feel that pull. Note she's smiling, the sadist.