Charlie and the brain factory
Everything had gone Pete Tong (that means wrong). My shunt was infected with bugs, meningitis was using my brain as a bouncy castle and my blood as a log flume, and I wasn’t feeling too good.
On the plus side, Willy Wonka turned up and said he would make me better and when I was old enough I could run the chocolate factory. (I made that bit up.)
Anyway, Willy isn’t the real Wonka at all. He’s a neurosurgeon, which means he does clever operations, but I don’t think it’s that complicated, it’s not brain surgery or anything.
Thanks to Willy and his Oompah Loompahs, my shunt came out and my meningitis was receiving a good kicking from two mates of mine called Gentamicin and Vancomycin.
It was then a waiting game to see if the drugs would win. So I started practicing my Jedi mind powers.
Meanwhile my daddy was busy writing me a song. Luckily I had some earplugs handy.
