
“Hello, my name is Michael,” the doctor said, sitting down beside me in the waiting room. As he described the procedure – a lumbar puncture (otherwise known as a spinal tap) – his young, rounded face held the shadow of a smile. He asked whether I was happy to go ahead, to which I responded with sarcastic, bitter banter, as seems to be my preferred means of dealing with medical maladies. I wonder if anyone is ever happy being needled in the spine?
