My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

My mother has had brain surgery to remove a tumor the size of a clenched fist.

It started out with a local hospital saying that there was nothing wrong with her - even though she was showing bizarre signs of behavior and was losing control over her body movements. The head doctor laughed at her and said she was fine and should be discharged. The work experience kid wanted to try her first cat scan 'just for kicks'. Turns out the work experience kid was right and the head doctor is a callous areshole who I am tempted to unleash my brother, who in his own well meaning way, wants to go John-Q on the hospital.

Talking to someone post-brain surgery is a strange feeling and I'm sure every person would behave somewhat differently depending on where/what/how etc. It's like the same old person on the one hand mixed with someone entirely new. It is next to impossible to determine if it's the brain damage from the surgery that has caused the change in personality or whether it is the fact that it was the brain tumor that was causing the original personality.

Even eerier is that every day the old personality traits seem to come through stronger and stronger.

Rehabilitation is next - but what this exactly entails no one seems to be able to answer.

An aside: the more research into brain functions and the like I do - the less I realise we actually know.

In other news:

Today is goal setting day.

My goal: to set a goal before next weekend.