Some time ago, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor; an oligodendroglioma for those interested.
I had surgery, followed by radiotherepy and chemotherapy. After several scans, I'm cancer free, though I'm still being monitored.
After the surgery, I had to surrender my driving license; I was able to get it back after a couple of years with no evidence of seizures. All well and good.
Until a year ago, where after complaining about persistant feelings of periodic light nausea, I was sent to a neurologist, and thence to have an EEG.
This detected a small area of reaction to having a bright light flashed in my eyes.
Thus I was conifrmed as having epilepsy... and had to surrender my license again, despite not having had any seizures.
I was put on some drugs and after a year of no symptoms (I've never had a seizure) I was told I could drive again.
The DVLA have been sitting on my application for the better part of five weeks now, and the nice weather has been and gone.
Pissed off doesn't even scratch the surface, and I have to resort to a quote from one of my favourite books:
Mistake Not My Current State Of Joshing Gentle Peevishness For The Awesome And Terrible Majesty Of The Towering Seas Of Ire That Are Themselves The Mere Milquetoast Shallows Fringing My Vast Oceans Of Wrath
