It turns out my jaw problem was not all I had on my plate. The shit keeps hitting the fan. Yesterday my doctor called to tell me that while examining my CT scan, he found a meningioma in the lining of my brain. Since he didn’t see it in the scan taken three years ago, he wants me to visit a neuro-surgeon.
I am learning more medical terms related to my own health (or absense of such), than in my whole career of a medical interpreter.