Yesterday I had an appointment with a brand new neurologist. I really, really liked her. Now, for me to say that I really like a doctor, especially a neurologist, and use 2 reallys to boot – that’s QUITE a big deal. QUITE. All of the neurologists I’ve seen have been arrogant BLEEPS. This lady was not at all. She was quite the opposite. She was humble, she listened to everything I had to say, she didn’t dismiss things. She didn’t try to push me to take pills. She even said at one point “you can probably teach me more than I can teach you.” Yes, I most definitely can. That’s the way a doctor should be.
No one knows why this happened to me. I’ve had tests out the ass that all came back very, very normal. Whatever normal is. Anyway, the ONLY thing they found that was abnormal about me is that I have a PFO in my heart. PFO = patent foramen ovale. It means that there is a hole between the upper 2 chambers of my heart. It used to be that if you had a stroke and a PFO was discovered, you had heart surgery ASAP to close that sucker. Now, things are different. Now, there is research to say that a PFO has no correlation to having a stroke. They just completed a new trial and the neurologist lady yesterday said “now we have 3 studies that say there is no correlation between PFOs and stroke.” The heart surgeon that I saw in the months following the stroke said “PFOs have been blamed for all the ills of the world.” So – no one knows anything.