I feared all my demons would fly out of my head when the doctor created the hole for my VP shunt; something similar to the scene from Night on Bald Mountain from Disney’s Fantasia.

Thank goodness my demons were well-behaved and remained tucked in the corners of my brain– the places where cobwebs shroud to the neurons.

The surgery went exceedingly well, aside from my hallucinations in the recovery room. I am told I kept calling for my sister. Yes, the very same sister who is dancing amongst the waves in the celestial ocean of the Universe.

I do so miss her.

Onward.

I now have an upside-down smiley-face area in my skull. It’s not really a true hole. It was a hole but now it’s sealed tight as a drum.

Does it hurt, you ask? Like a MF! And the headaches? Man, oh man. But, aside from the pain in my head, I feel GREAT! The following symptoms are gone: peeing myself, tremors, stuttering, falling, shuffling gait, unsteadiness, memory fog–the entire basket of nasties that have plagued me since 2017 have smiled and waved goodbye.

Just the headaches remain. However, they are not the same headaches I’ve suffered through for seven years–that feeling that I was constantly wearing a diving bell three sizes too small.

I do have one thing I need to write before I go any further: To all those doctors who told me I didn’t have NPH; those morons who told me I needed a psychiatrist–GFY! I’m sure you can translate.

So, now what? Am I fixed? Well, possibly. I still don’t understand how the shunt and I are going to work together. I still need to learn how to bend properly, but I’m confident I’ll build up my strength, drop the added weight Ben and Jerry forced upon me over the past year, and find joy in walking my dogs again.

All in good time.

For now I’ll listen to the wind whooshing through the hole in my head and thank my Goddess for her bounty.

Blessed be :}

Mi manchi profondamente, mio ​​amato immortale.