Right after the event, one of the doctors told Dad I might have something called Posterior Sagittal Synostosis. They thought parts of my skull had already fused together and wanted to follow up with a specialist.
Well, we saw the specialist at BC Children’s Hospital today and got the clean bill of health. In fact, the Neurosurgeon said something along the lines of “You do not need to bother us anymore. There’s nothing to see here.” Then he added that my head was spectacularly shaped and that I was destined for a life on fashion modeling, or at the very least, intense head shape worship by passers by. Or something like that.