ABSTRACT
Like most people I was very young as a baby, so I don’t remember anything. What I do remember is my mother telling me that when I was a few months old my sister dropped me on my head, which probably explains a great deal. Ironically, prior to my stroke I have only been admitted to hospital twice in my life – the first time was when I was three years old. I was taken to hospital to have a circumcision, which was needed for medical reasons. The morning after the operation I woke up in a general ward and shouted at the top of my voice, “My willy hurts!” The nurses were not very pleased.
