Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Dull Day... or three

Wow I have had a boring few days.

My job this week has been to sit (or stand) next to William while he and Director Moore talk to different types of doctors. Neurosurgeons, Psychiatrists, Psychologists, Memory Specialists and a whole bunch of other specialities I didn’t even know existed.

They have been examining and observing Daniel (or whoever he is now that he has no memory) since the night I was shot. Poking, prodding, scanning, interviewing and hopefully torturing the former prick.

After weeks of exams then 3 days and over 20 interviews with supervising doctors we have been given a comprehensive run down of his condition... he doesn’t remember anything. (A stunning insight there I can see why you are the tops of your fields)

We haven’t even seen him yet; we’ve just been staring at confusing images, that we are told show no abnormalities and reading even more confusing notes telling us basically that there is no reason they can find that he lost his memory.

To be honest I couldn’t care less about the biology of it, all I want to know is; can I flick things at him when we finally get round to actually interviewing the git in person?

Apparently the answer is no.

Bugger.