I was back into hospital today. I had an appointment with a Nerologist with regards to my possible epilepsy. The Nerologist said that she really doesn't think that I have epilepsy but will keep an open mind until I get my results from my EEG. She's requested for me to have an MRI scan of my brain. ANOTHER SCAN! (see http://www.pbase.com/image/27443833 -for previous info)

So, I'm not sure how I feel about it all. Although I don't want to have epilepsy, I want to find out what's wrong with me. I'm worried that it could be something more serious. I guess I just want to get back to normal - I can't remember when I last felt well it's been so long.

If it wasn't for Ness I don't know how I'd cope. She's been an absolute rock for me. She keeps me going, she's the most increadible woman in the world who I love with every ounce of my body and soul. She's my soul-mate and keeps me smiling. I know it's hard for her and I can't wait to get better so we can get on with our lives together. I just want to be better by September when we get married!

The hospital I attended today is very old and one of those places which fill you with dread and depression just to walk down it's old long dank corridoors like in the photo above. It was first used as a hospital to treat patients with tuberculosis in 1921. During the second World War, a series of single-storey brick buildings were built to form an emergency medical services (EMS) hospital for the American armed forces. All those buildings are still in use so the hospital is very old fashioned. Of course, due to our wonderful National Heath Service the hospital isn't in the best state of repair.

Why can't they make hospitals less foreboding?