Its at night time when day time activities tend to give way to the need for rest when the headaches kick in. The right side of my head has a overall numbness about it(no remarks please this is serious). after twenty five days since the accident my cheek remains bruised and swollen; particularly around the eye socket. my right eye lid is not functioning normally, which in turn is effecting the usage of the eye, although manually opening the eye lid reveals a watery eye with a surrounding twitch. but I believe(I hope too) that my sight in that eye is not drastically impaired.
I have an appointment with an eye specialist coming up, and may seek another head scan.
Other than that , all's well in the kingdom of Vest, I still have a heap of catching up to do. but domestic issues are eating into my blog visiting time.
Here is is a sad story about Bill, and his Doctor to cheer your day.
The doctor said, "Bill, the good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition which causes your testicles to press on your spine and the pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles." Bill was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live for, but felt he had no choice but to go under the knife. When he left the hospital, he was without a headache for the first time in 20 years, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He decided he could make a new beginning and live a new life. He saw a men's clothing store and thought, "That's what I need a new suit." He entered the shop and told the owner, "I'd like a new suit." The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see . . size 44 long." Bill laughed. "That's right, how did you know? "Been in the business sixty years!" the tailor said. Bill tried on the suit, and it fit perfectly. As Bill admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?" Bill thought for a moment and said, "Sure." The tailor eyed Bill and said, "Let's see, 34 sleeves and 16-1/2 neck." Bill was surprised and said, "That's right, how did you know?" "Been in the business sixty years." Bill tried on the shirt and it fit perfectly. He walked around the shop, and the tailor asked, "How about some new underwear?" Bill said, "Why not! The tailor said, "Let's see . . . size 36." Bill laughed, "Ah-ha! I got you. I've worn a size 34 since I was 18 years old." The tailor shook his head, "You can't wear a size 34. A size 34 would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache." New suit: $600 New shirt: $46 New underwear: $6 Second opinion: PRICELESS