Yesterday I went to the emergency room. I had never been to the emergency room, so I now feel I am an expert in all things hospital: surgery, OB, emergency. Here's the story why:
I was in a meeting with my department chair and a colleague. They were discussing something interesting - I'm sure, I don't know because my brain went on the fritz. I was trying to take notes and discovered I couldn't get my hands to write contact. CONTACT. So I began to panic. And then I couldn't write at all. I worked very hard to just write words and I couldn't. Then my arm went numb and I had a headache. I thought, here I am dying of a brain aneurysm and the last thing I will hear is my department chair pontificating about some bullshit. I get out of the meeting, make it through chatting with my colleague (which is fine since he's a bud) and then I get to my office and call my husband. I sink down against the wall to rationalize with him how I do not have to go to the doctor. He makes me call and I get referred to emergent care who says I have to not stop go and immediately check into the emergency room. So Paul picks me up, after dropping the Princess off at a friend's for babysitting (and now I am thinking she'll grow up without a mother) and off we go. The ER doc suggests it could be a mild stroke (which I am way too young to have had) or multiple sclerosis (which has more symptoms than I had) or a major migraine (but the headache isn't strong enough) ... I'm hoping for the last possibility. They connect all these wires to me, check my heart, take a bunch of blood, put me through a cat scan, and then I wait for results. Let me tell you my great-grandfather died of a brain aneurysm. He checked into the emergency room and never checked out. So this is what I am thinking. Telling Paul what to do if I die, where the bills are, etc etc. Called my dad. Tried to act all calm and shit. The results came back and there is nothing to cause these symptoms. So off I go to the neurologist today to have my brain checked.
Can I tell you how tired I am of having to go to the doctor???
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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2 comments:
Holy crap!
You know ... you can always call for help. We'll be there.
I've heard your department chair's pontificating can have these kind of effects. He should have a freaking warning label...
Seriously, we're here for ya.
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