There’s no end to it. As fast as I get one thing under control, another comes along to knock me off balance.
Today, nine weeks after the event, I’ve learnt I have two prosthetic devices buried somewhere in my throat. I found out, not from the surgeon but from my insurer, who sent me a statement listing the items they’d paid out on. The lousy sawbones never said a dicky-bird about this.
Ligaclips, they’re called. Apparently they take the place of ligaments either side of my neck and stop my head from falling into my lap.
So why am I jumping up and down? Ethics, for one thing; I should have been told. The risk to my health from any subsequent MRIs, for another – there are titanium clips in these things, and metal and MRIs aren’t always compatible.
It’s no wonder I’m in the mess I’m in with my head – that’s my mental and emotional head, not the physical one. I might just go out and get![]()



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