The story is actually a little funny. I walked into the appointment about five minutes late. I have notes. I have a paper from a bunch of nurses. I have all kinds of things.

It takes a while to get back there but I do, and it's priceless.

The doctor starts rattling off literal jargon, medical acronyms and nonsense--and then a bunch of acronyms I recognize from a Cracked article on "Things Your Doctor Doesn't Tell You" that are shorthand for things like "Looking for Pain Pills" and "Hypochondriac"

And so I cut him off like "Listen here, you little shit"

...more politely than that, of course

And I just ask him:

"So, if everything is normal, why have five different squads of nurses, MRI techs, and one set of ER techs asked me about my seizures?"

You have never seen a man lean on the ESC and DEL keys so fast.

So I'm going to see a neurologist now.