Once a bad, unreliable blogger, always a bad, unreliable blogger, notwithstanding neurological problems.

Actually I've been putting off posting for over a week because I wanted to post the following today, in amongst a host of other snippets of what we've been doing so far in the school holidays:

After seeing neurosurgeon S again (for presumably the last time) and then neurologist B (not neurologist A, the one who referred me to S for unnecessary brain cut opening and whom I never want to see again), I had a lumbar puncture today by B to test for multiple sclerosis and it came back negative.

However. It turns out that the results of the lumbar puncture won't be known for at least ten days. So I may know one way or the other just in time for Christmas. Ho ho ho and all that.

B thinks it most likely is multiple sclerosis and I veer between being ridiculously optimistic and ... not.

Not that it's uppermost in my thoughts anymore, but the long-term medication one takes for MS is not safe for breastfeeding.

I detest being in hospital, even for one night.

At least I found time to do some reading - Blue Shoes and Happiness, by Alexander McCall Smith, and Open House, by Elizabeth Berg, which unfortunately after two pages I realised I had read, some years (and several book clubs) ago. Still enjoyed it though.

I did not enjoy the social life, by phone, of my room mate, who seemed compelled to conduct fast and furious conversations at all hours including midnight.

I confess to experiencing a small feeling of glee at the noise my breast pump was making at 6 this morning.