Nothing made sense after this. I was referred to a neurologist. It was in a hospital I hadn't heard of in a place I had no idea of getting to. I remember asking my ex, if he could take me. I couldn't see and it would be difficult. He said he had to work and that I could manage just fine because I still had one working eye.
Sure. I finished writing the book within six months of my first brain surgery. If you don't like it, it's okay. I achieved my lifelong dream, not yours.