Barbara Scully

My husband was in England.

I had to ring him and say, fucking doctors think I've had a fucking stroke and I'm on my way to.

And he was like, what?

Anyway, hermitage for two nights, had every test done known to man.

They wanted to redo the brain MRI because it was in the brain when it showed up white cells or something in my frontal cortex or something.

Yeah.

So I was I was waiting for that.

And I said, I'm not staying here any longer.

Like I'm well and I'm sitting in bed and being treated like a patient.

Even though I kept escaping and going for walks, they were afraid I was going over to Liffey Valley.

Anyway, I finally said to the doctor, I said, look, I really need to go home where I can sleep and where I can eat my own food and where I can be fine.

I'm only here waiting for an MRI.

I can have that done.

It's not urgent.

I can have it done as an outpatient.

So he said, yeah, fine, go home.

so I went home anyway long story short then we come this Christmas and my hip started acting up again and this time I had a lot of pain and I couldn't sleep I was meant to get a second brain scan done in December and I couldn't because I couldn't I couldn't lie down straight because of my hip and so I went down to see him with my MRI result the very first MRI I had done and he immediately said to me you need a hip replacement and I was like what the

Fuck, are you kidding?

So he said, I'm referring you to an orthopedic surgeon.

So at that, I went, right, I've had enough of this shit.