The feeling was gone in minutes. On the 12th, in the Minneapolis Airport it happened again, lasting a little longer. I write about these things, but it couldn't happen to me. My hand is clumsy, tingles, and I can't write. When this lasted 2 or 3 hours it finally got through to me that I had to act.
Doctors can be pretty dumb about their own health.
Thursday afternoon and all Friday I was worked up. There were the ER people, neurology, cardiology, radiology, and finally the neurosurgery and anesthesia folks. I lost track of many names and faces but they worked very well together. Apart from shivering in the MRI room, all went smoothly. The choice my wife and I had to make was clear.