 'When I started waking every morning with a dull headache at the back of my head in November last year, I assumed I was dehydrated or had a virus. Then, one day I was driving my eight-year-old son Teddy back from a party and I took a wrong turn near our house. He had to direct us home and I had no idea what had happened. I thought, 'That was weird.' Around the same time I went to hang something in the wardrobe in the spare room and I couldn't remember how to get out. It's the smallest room in the house; one door in one door out. It wasn't complicated. That felt weird too. That sort of thing started to happen more and more. I'd forget the way, I'd forget where I was, or I'd forget things. I mentioned it to my wife Kate who told me to go and see a doctor, but the headaches had stopped by this point so I thought it couldn't be anything serious. She suggested jokingly that it could be early onset Alzheimer's, but it didn't worry me because I'm simply not wired that way; I'm the eternal optimist. Even so, I went to the GP who checked my eyesight and she worked out fairly quickly that I was going blind in one eye. I had been walking into things because my lower left eye had gone, but because it happened slowly, I hadn't noticed. As we left the surgery, I said to Kate that I hoped it was nothing sinister, but she quickly reassured me and pointed out that I was in the right hands. A couple of weeks later, we went for a CT scan and the doctors told me I had a cyst, which would need a more in-depth brain scan. I don't know why, but I assumed it really wasn't that big of a deal, so quickly forgot all about it. That was until I was out and about one day and I had a call out of the blue from a number I didn't recognise. 'My wife Kate told me to see a doctor' (Picture: Supplied) The woman on the other end of the phone said: 'Hello. I'm the surgeon's PA. We've got to get you){kind=link}
NEWS… BUT NOT AS YOU KNOW IT
‘When I started waking every morning with a dull headache at the back of my head in November last year, I assumed I was dehydrated or had a virus.
Then, one day I was driving my eight-year-old son Teddy back from a party and I took a wrong turn near our house. He had to direct us home and I had no idea what had happened. I thought, “That was weird.”
Around the same time I went to hang something in the wardrobe in the spare room and I couldn’t remember how to get out. It’s the smallest room in the house; one door in one door out. It wasn’t complicated. That felt weird too.
That sort of thing started to happen more and more. I’d forget the way, I’d forget where I was, or I’d forget things.