I have been meaning to write a bunch of other posts, but this is driving me… crazy.
So I had this seizure on Sunday (which would be first of the year, how appropriate is that?) Okay this is bad but I can handle it. My muscles ache, my tongue hurts (since I bit the hell out of it) I feel sort of strange.
This is what I can’t handle, even though its all very reasonable…
1) I can’t DRIVE!
I live in West Henrietta. I work in Hilton. I won’t ask you to do the math because I’ll tell you, it takes me 40 minutes to get to work. On the other hand, my husband lives (with me in Henrietta… wow maybe this has affected my head) and works in Henrietta. Granted he does take Jack to my parents’ house, but that’s all in the samish area. And now he has to drive me to work. Errgh.
2) I have to get weird tests done.
I had the CAT scan the night I went to the ED at Strong, I just got the MRI today and tomorrow I have to get the EEG. The CAT one was okay, I guess, but the MRI was pretty icky. They ask you if you are claustrophobic, then insert you into this little tube. Then all these loud beeping noises go off and you HAVE TO LIE COMPLETELY STILL or they get to do it ALL OVER AGAIN! Then they insert some dye in you and do it for another five or ten minutes. Fun Fun Fun.
3) Before you can drive, you have to talk to a Neurologist.
Guess when my appointment is?
Guess!
Nope, its not in January.
It’s February 9!
I will go crazy before then!
Why oh why did my body have to rebel against me? Its not fair. Oh, well. The woman who did my MRI said that my brain was perfect. At least if people give me grief, I can tell them that I have a perfect brain. I guess its not as exciting as I thought it’d be.