Finally, a month after coming down with, as it turns out, a slight case of Bell’s Palsy, I got to meet with a neurologist this morning. (Un)fortunately, he recognized me from our meeting in March. (Yeah, yeah, fucked in the head jokes, I’ve heard them.) So, he makes me do some facial calisthenics, takes down a bit of history, and proclaims, “Well, you’re all better now.”
Yup, that’s it.