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Yes, its official, Im nuts. Although the Dr. never said that, but I could sense it like a sixth sense. He pratically told me there was no relation to my aneurysm and the probability of me having seizures/auras. That is was highly unlikely that i would even experience seizures because of where the annie was, even though i had some blood on the brain during the annie, that there was no actual damage done to my brain. He also said that he didnt have to retract my scalp/head that much to clip the bleed. It seemed the more I told him of the things that i was experiencing, (I gave him a list of things that I had been experiencing) the more he assured me that those episodes didnt even sound like a neuro problem. In a kind way, he said possible psycottic, hormornial, perhaps anxiety (spelling), but still doesnt sound like a neuro problem. We talked about how I had been a ping-pong ball for the last 6 months and I told him because of lack of a medical definition or diagnosis, I googled my symptoms my self. We both laughed, and assured me it was ok for me to seek a neurologist if i was not happy with the current one. He asked if my primary Dr was aware of what was going on, I told him that she was, but I felt that she was a little standoffish (afraid of me) because, I was pretty much in the same situation when I had the aneurysm. I was telling everyone something was wrong and they missed it. Im not sure how she feels, I only know that now when I tell her I feel weird, out of sorts, heart beating 2 fast etc, she reacts as if she is looking at a ghost. He continued to stare at me, i asked if he could see the twitching in my face, mainly my nose and he said no of course. He told me that he didnt need to see me for another 5 years, I thanked him for taking time from his busy schedule, especially since I was 45 min late (long story). The only episode he was concerned about was the driving one, where I lost time, Needless to say, I left feeling worse than when I first walked in the door, but I was so proud of myself for not shedding one tear. Not until I reached my car. I lit a cigarette, prayed that my head would not explode and cried some more. I had a horrible morning. sorry for babling, but thanks for listening.