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Horseshoe crabs, I say!
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Couple of months ago, some stuff began going wonky. I began knocking over glasses, dropping things, stumbling, that kinda thing. Few weeks ago, got hit with some serious vertigo, episodes lasting anywhere from a few hours to a few days. The last one wasn't letting up after a day, so I hit the doctor's office. They ran the usual bloodwork and such, said I wasn't pregnant or fisilitic (sorry to ruin any fantasies about boinking someone whose pregnant cooter was rotting off). Doctors began running a bunch of tests on me to see if I could keep my balance, tested my strength, checked out my gaze, that kinda thing. Sent me packing to the neurologist.
Since then, I've not been able to walk outside my house without a cane. At times, it's difficult to turn a page, pick up a pen, reach for the television remote, type, stay awake, fall asleep, keep my food down, you name it. Numb sometimes, tingly at others. A floating feeling sometimes hits me, and sound and sight soften. My temper's never been particularly sweet, but it's getting really nasty now. No ears ringing (ruled out inner ear things and meniere's and such pretty early on). It's pretty funny to watch me try to do a toe-to-heel walk.
But I got to take my first MRI and VEP. The VEP was my favorite: they put electrodes on your head, and take pictures of your brain through your eyes. Getting shot up with gadolinium for the MRI was pretty cool, though; kept thinking, "Number 64 is coursing through my veins!" Bad luck, though: the neurologist is away on vacation for the next week or so, and in the meantime, I have no clue what's going on. Medical staff has mentioned everything from MS or a brain tumor to migraines or a mild stroke. I'm pretty sure that the MRI shots show a horseshoe crab eating its way through my white matter.
Oh, and the lovely new lad broke up with me the day after one of my appointments. No hard feelings, for the most part; we really hadn't dated long enough to get anything going, but I feel a sort of wistfulness at the same time that I'm grateful to have some space to myself to sort all this shit out. Part of my touchiness has to do with being hovered over, but I don't think that would have been a problem with him. It's best, though, that if I'm crabby, I have some time and space to myself to get a spot of control.
If y'all are interested, I can keep up on the blog what all goes down with doctors, tests, and horseshoe crabs. It's all pretty curious to me. Parents aren't doing too well when I make light of the whole thing -- big-mouth sister was supposed to keep it to herself so that if anything was actuallly wrong, I could tell them myself. Similarly, didn't want them worrying like this if nothing major goes down. I'm surprised ... she's usually much better than this at being discrete.
Either way, mock the new asylum gimp!
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