I went to my neurologist the other day - which by the way I have to admit the moment she started talking I immediately had a “John Dorian” moment imagining her with a bikini swim suit (yes… I know I’ll pay for it and of course never going to see her again after what I’ve just said…), with a surfing board on the one hand and a pint of Fosters on the other - after having a couple of some strange epileptic seizures. After a series of serious questions, my Ms asked her THE question:
- My Ms: So doctor, is he epileptic or not. Is this the diagnosis?
- Doctor: Well… it’s just a name. You can call it whatever you like.
From now on then I’ll call it “The Julius Caesar syndrome”.
So don’t be suprised if you see me dressed as a Roman emperor, trying to conquer all Gaul country (except a small village which still resists to the Roman conqueror), shouting “I came, I saw, I conquered”.
