So my family doctor finally saw me, talked to me about my symptoms, then started doing some weird neuro tests. Squeeze my hands, push away, pull towards you, stuff like that. Then she put her thumbs on either side of my forehead and said "does this feel the same on both sides?" "No." On my cheeks? No. On my chin? No. "Huh," said the doctor. "You will need to see a neurologist." While I was mostly worried that my doctor had just said "huh," I expressed concern that the wait for a neurologist would be months, and I can't really live with these symptoms much longer. "Nah," she said, "she might be able to work you in this afternoon."
Sure enough, she got me an appointment for 1pm. She said she thought my symptoms were due to the higher dosage of bipolar meds. That made me nervous because under no circumstances do I want to quit them. After a quick lunch at home, I went to the neurologist's office. After she asked me 75 questions, she agreed that it was likely the higher dose of bipolar meds causing blood not to circulate to my brain properly. Also made me nervous because ACK BRAIN.
Off she sent me to get an MRI. I sat in that big loud sucker for 25 minutes. Let me tell y'all, that was a strange experience. Nothing like tv, where it goes "chunk chunk chunk chunk..." It was more like "chunk chunk BUZZ HONK AK AK AK AK AK AK AK AK AAAKKKKKKK BUUUZZZZZZ chunk chunk HEEEEENNNKKK buzz HONK." Once again, Grey's Anatomy skews my reality. Sigh. Well then, after the 25 minutes, the nurse tried to put contrast in my arm and blows two of my veins. Not one, y'all, TWO. She tried a third time and got it right, but I have a wicked bump there right now so something must be wrong. After royally effing up my veins, I was stuffed back into the tube of very loud doom for another 5 minutes. Then, with many bandaids on my arm, I left the hospital and came home, but not before a quick run to Sonic for a diet cherry limeade. Mmmm.
Although nearly every second of my day sucked 100% before I got home, my day was made a milionty times better when I got home because my cousin, with whom I've grown up and formed a very close bond, was there with his wife, who I've never met but have spoken to many times on the phone and with whom I get along famously. I was so excited that they were at my house. I still am very excited. Actually, I should go to sleep since I'm makng them a nice healthy breakfast in the morning.
Pardon typos... It's not easy to type on my phone and I'm very sleepy!
1 month ago