I feel a bit sheepish asking the TCS family to send me some good vibes, but tomorrow I am going into the hospital at 12 noon for about 2 days. I will be undergoing tests for a brain tumor.
Now I am going to put on my slumber party face!
I am bringing my jammies, my books, and photos of Eric, Sasha, and Saba, and almost everyone else I love, but I will not have access to even my laptop. I cannot have visitors or mail! I will be wired with electrodes for about 24 hours
and told to sleep, think, do math problems, and generally hang out with the residents and machinery all night long while I am monitored and they run a million tests (yet again) on my blood and nervous system. I will have a CAT scan, and MRI, and sleep in a very fancy-schmancy lab without mice.
I will be very cool in my hospital jammies with my dalamation slippers, you will not believe!
Around Christmas I almost fell asleep at the wheel of my car. At first we thought it was some carbon-monoxide that had gotten trapped inside, but then when I went to pick up Saba, driving home I almost passed out, but I was in the truck instead. The past two weeks I have fought off various forms of vertigo and been unable to stay awake when driving and doing quiet tasks. It has not impaired me at work, but it does enough that I need my brain to be engaged almost every minute of the day or the blackness feels like it's coming back. The best I can describe it is like a fade-to-black in my head -- or a sleep witch that is trying to shut me down and I am fighting it.
Yes, they already checked for inner ear malfunctions, equilibrium, M/S, leukemia, everything under the sun. So this is why I get to go do the BIG STUFF. No, nothing in my family, but my father has had two very small tumors in his brain for the past four years that have not changed properties (therefore begnin) and all I can say is they better find it and fix it, because I want my TCS. 2 days is a LONG time!
How can you possibly tell the brain doctors "oh, gee I am SO SORRY I am being such a pill doctor, I really, really want my TCS!" -- a huh? a what?
"...why on earth would this patient want a webcam for a cat??"
So if you can spare good fighting thoughts (although we don't know who the enemy even is!!
) that would be great!
Elizabeth
Now I am going to put on my slumber party face!
Around Christmas I almost fell asleep at the wheel of my car. At first we thought it was some carbon-monoxide that had gotten trapped inside, but then when I went to pick up Saba, driving home I almost passed out, but I was in the truck instead. The past two weeks I have fought off various forms of vertigo and been unable to stay awake when driving and doing quiet tasks. It has not impaired me at work, but it does enough that I need my brain to be engaged almost every minute of the day or the blackness feels like it's coming back. The best I can describe it is like a fade-to-black in my head -- or a sleep witch that is trying to shut me down and I am fighting it.
Yes, they already checked for inner ear malfunctions, equilibrium, M/S, leukemia, everything under the sun. So this is why I get to go do the BIG STUFF. No, nothing in my family, but my father has had two very small tumors in his brain for the past four years that have not changed properties (therefore begnin) and all I can say is they better find it and fix it, because I want my TCS. 2 days is a LONG time!
How can you possibly tell the brain doctors "oh, gee I am SO SORRY I am being such a pill doctor, I really, really want my TCS!" -- a huh? a what?
"...why on earth would this patient want a webcam for a cat??"
So if you can spare good fighting thoughts (although we don't know who the enemy even is!!
Elizabeth
