I finally BROKE OUT of the joint. I'm ready to party... as soon as I can walk!
Last week I checked into the hospital for one very long week, full of tests and pricks. I was welcomed with four pricks to my arm to try to get an iv in my little veins; they sure don't like those needles so they suck themselves in making it impossible for nurses to place the iv.
Finally after two nurses and four pokes they called in the life flight nurse who placed it in my left thumb. That's right, my left thumb. I'll try to post pics later.
I was set up with 27 EEG electrodes atop my fine blond curls and roped to the bed. I looked like I was ready to go to a gay pride parade with my colorful wires. Which was fitting because I kept trying to repeat their motto to myself over and over again "It Gets BETTER!"
The next day the EEG Spec Doc came in to inform me I don't have seizures. And that they are psychosomatic and I need therapy. Then proceeded to hound my mother about my non existent horrible childhood. We kept trying to explain my main doctor asked for the EEG just to double check for herself but we knew because of the Mayo Clinic my convulsions are brought on by low blood pressure. But she just kept her ears shut and told me I need to love myself and get therapy.
My mom laughed at her. For better or for worse my self worth isn't anything anyone needs to worry about...
This is when I knew it was going to be a hell of a long week because It was obvious she didn't actually read my file she just came in gabbin proving her arrogance was a beard for her ignorance.
My main Doc, Dr S. came in a few hours later and I was terrified that there was a big misunderstanding of why I was there. There wasn't thank heavens, Doc S explained that there was a bit of an education going on and we continued on with the adventure.
The next day after a few more of my wiggly and stretchy limbs Doc Epilepsy came in and apologized,
she kept saying i'm rare, and pointed out all the obvious signs that it war neurological and not psychosomatic. Like the fact that I didn't have any reflexes during my events, my face slid and my heart was funky.
I understand why Doc Epilepsy so easily misdiagnosed me, 50% of people who come in with seizure like symptoms are experiencing psychosomatic related events. However, after I have been to five different mental health professionals (who cleared me) and been down this road before two years ago with another doctor it wasn't a welcome visit down memory lane.
But once we finally got passed the initial annoyance we were able to make some progress. Like I said, we found I have no reflexes during my events. I exercised twice and my blood pressure went from 137/85 to 63/45 the first time and 117/73 to 42/35 the second time. I know i'm awesome. BTW my heart rate was above a hundred both times.
The week was just full of boring headaches and wiggly limbs with an occasional swollen sliding lip until monday. I had to get a spinal tap or LP that night but first I had to have a blood test where I sat completely calm and peaceful.
The intern student doc that was the most hands on kept reminding me to breathe and not think of the LP. But I was wound tight, couldn't stop bickering with my mom (we clearly had spent way too much time together in that tiny room) and as soon as the end of the test came Doc Epilepsy walked in which i'm sure made my levels go way up. So much for that test.
Right after the LP they stuck me three different times, to get blood, put in an iv for liquid to help me gain spinal fluid quicker and then another whuussy but annoying prick for blood sugar. I wouldn't of minded it so much if i hadn't been pricked so mush early that day.
I kept wondering why they couldn't have spread stuff out more.
Then the nurse came into inform me she was going to give me a shot to prevent blood clots.
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I stayed on my back for another day then was electrocuted by a test similar to a EMG without the needles. I don't know, i've done it with the needles, and I think it was almost lest painful then the darn probs they had on me this time.
I think it's hilarious that I was so worried about the LP which turned out to be cake but wasn't even concerned about the fact they were planing on shooting electricity up my nerves.
To say the least my inner idiot got punished. Just know, I may have never given birth, but there were points in that test that I would have rather been pushin out a nine pound baby.
I finally went home late that day and had to stay on my back because my head kept threatening to scream out. Migraines after LP's are sign of the spinal fluid leaking which could be very bad, so it's vital you stay laying on your back and continue to drink water.
They unofficially gave me another title to add to my weirdieness. However I won't post it until it's official. The results from the LP need to come back before we can really jump to any conclusions.
So that was my adventure during my 2011 holiday stay at the hospital. One of these days i'll be staying at a spa during the holidays and not somewhere they are electrocuting my spine right after it was stuck with a huge needle.
I do have to say one thing, my parents are absolutly amazing. They were there consistantly which was extreamly annoying but knowing that there was someone there to hit the button when I had an event put my mind at ease. They never complained just loved.
