My mri has come back and does not appear to have changed. Therefore they concluded that the pain is not related to the brain tumor. I personally have to wonder why I got vertigo and would be having headaches and they occur so close together but be unrelated. Then I am not sure where the brain tumor fits in there, The lady from the neurosurgery group kept mentioning something about Christmas presents. I think that they may be intentionally trying to confuse me. She did recognize my FLBP shirt from The CHIVE and was a fan. This was before I put on the BearShark sweatshirt. He didn't bring good news yet but we will not give up. Shelly and the BearShark are determined.
In recent occurences, I just ordered lunch and the woman on the other end seemed not only willing to but excited about giving me a double order of fries. I was prepared to send the minions out to secretly scavenge and retrieve some if they decided to continue their seige on room Shelly by depriving the kingdom of necessary supplies like food. As an olive branch they are sending ice cream as well.
So I am now sitting within the fortress that is Club Shelly conversing with my subjects. We are waiting on a visit from a neurosurgeon and a ear nose and throat specialist. If anybody finds themself on the Northside of Indianapolis and would like to keep me company, even if its just to say hello, please stop by. I would be overjoyed to see you and I have orange juice. Those aren't necessarily related but I am willing to share juice if you would like some.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Shelly returns to the death tubes they call MRI's
I went to my first follow up appointment with my neurologist. I was thoroughly agitated because they threatened to charge me $50 if I was not 30 minutes early for my appointment. They were then 10 late to starting the appointment. He gave me a physical exam and then interviewed me.
The physical exam was good. I tested well in that area. But when I asked him about the fact that they had turned me away for help with my headaches he was shocked. I came to realize he was not consulted and I was lied to. So I explained limping along to make it through life. He became very concerned. He decided to readmit me to the hospital and get an mri. There was no way I was going into that tube without drugs though. He understood and had no problem providing them.
I sit in my hospital bed and decide to order some pizza and pasta for lunch before they try to tell me that I cannot eat or drink. They flexed their communist muscle and told me that they would not give me pasta and pizza. I ceded to them because I was really hungry and got pizza with a side of breadsticks. It came with a single breadstick. I was looking to get around a 1000 calories outta the meal. Somehow that conflicted with Biggest Loser St. Vincent edition as they capped me at 600. I am listed at a regular diet. That is not regular.
Hours passed and I finally got tired of waiting for the mri to ask for pain meds. They gave me two percocet and a second pain medicine that has to do with nerves. Immediately upon taking that they call to say they are ready for my mri. Only 4 hours late. I am then given a large dose of a sedative intravenously. The large delay was so I could use a bigger mri machine so I wasn't so crowded.
The actual test went very well. I actually fell asleep inside the tube of death. I am currently writing this fresth out of said tube and a little disoriented. I hope that this mri shows why I am having headaches because if not then I will be getting a spinal tap tomorrow. That sounds truly awful. Especially since it requires a long perriod of laying flat afterward. This post is becoming exponentially harder to write so I will leave it and go on to laying down.
The physical exam was good. I tested well in that area. But when I asked him about the fact that they had turned me away for help with my headaches he was shocked. I came to realize he was not consulted and I was lied to. So I explained limping along to make it through life. He became very concerned. He decided to readmit me to the hospital and get an mri. There was no way I was going into that tube without drugs though. He understood and had no problem providing them.
I sit in my hospital bed and decide to order some pizza and pasta for lunch before they try to tell me that I cannot eat or drink. They flexed their communist muscle and told me that they would not give me pasta and pizza. I ceded to them because I was really hungry and got pizza with a side of breadsticks. It came with a single breadstick. I was looking to get around a 1000 calories outta the meal. Somehow that conflicted with Biggest Loser St. Vincent edition as they capped me at 600. I am listed at a regular diet. That is not regular.
Hours passed and I finally got tired of waiting for the mri to ask for pain meds. They gave me two percocet and a second pain medicine that has to do with nerves. Immediately upon taking that they call to say they are ready for my mri. Only 4 hours late. I am then given a large dose of a sedative intravenously. The large delay was so I could use a bigger mri machine so I wasn't so crowded.
The actual test went very well. I actually fell asleep inside the tube of death. I am currently writing this fresth out of said tube and a little disoriented. I hope that this mri shows why I am having headaches because if not then I will be getting a spinal tap tomorrow. That sounds truly awful. Especially since it requires a long perriod of laying flat afterward. This post is becoming exponentially harder to write so I will leave it and go on to laying down.
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