Twas last Wednesday at about 10.00am. I was ensconced in bed breaking my fast with oaty, frosty, wheaty flakes. The next I remember is being fussed over by two paramedics attaching various electrodes to my confused form. Apparently, I had suffered a seizure and during the process managed to bite a chunk out of my tongue. I was still confused and couldn't answer the simple questions posed. Of course, I needed to be ferried to the nearest hospital but for some reason, I was reluctant to leave my cozy warm bed. Sanity prevailed and I ended up in the Emergency Department of Wairarapa hospital.
I was fixed up to various instruments monitoring my heart. Blood samples were taken and sent off for biochemistry and haematology testing. The docs were worried that I had suffered a stroke but I managed to pass the physical exam and there was no evidence of a 'cerebral incident'. To be sure I was sent to the Imaging Department for a CT scan. Again, there was no evidence of a brain mishap.
The doctor explained that they could find nothing wrong but they would like to perform further brain imaging (MRI). Unfortunately, this requires a referral to the main Wellington Hospital and the appointment should hopefully transpire within the next week or so.
As there was no explanation for my temporary fugue the docs decided to send me home. However, my driver's license has been suspended until further notice. I was told that even if I have no further episodes, it is likely that I won't be able to drive for a year. This will leave my travel at the mercy of my wife and daughter. A prospect that pleases me, not at all. There appears not a lot I can do to remedy the situation and I understand why the medical profession is not too keen on me driving the highways and byways of New Zealand. Arse and double, Arse. I will keep my fan base updated as information about my medical condition comes to fruition.