It’s All in Your Head Kintsugi: Death's Consent #3 Is something wrong with my mind? I follow the doctor’s pen left and right. “And... who’s the president?” she asks. I answer. My heart is pounding, throat dry, hands shaking. Will she believe something is wrong? She shrugs: “If you can look left and right, and you know who the president is; you don’t have brain damage.” “I feel fuzzy,” I say. “Weird, floating brain feeling.” “Any drug use?” it’s more an accusation than a