and neither does the neurologist, but nevertheless she thinks I should meet with a neurosurgeon. I don't have MS or any other chronic disease. Whew! That was my biggest fear. What I do have is a protruding disc that is compressing my spinal cord. Because my cord is involved the neurologist wants me to consult a surgeon, but she doesn't think I will need surgery. She believes that he may prescribe physical therapy. I was hoping that she would do that but I think she would like me to have an opinion of a specialist. I thought she was one, but oh well. The saga and the numbness continues but at least I know that I will live! I have my good days and bad days so I guess I'll just try to revel in the good and tolerate the bad as best I can.
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Sunday, January 28, 2007
Thursday, January 18, 2007
14 Years and Counting
Fourteen years ago today, Dave and I were married. Who'da thunk we'd have lasted this long? Me for one. He for two. Other than that, what does it matter? I'm still in love and he makes me feel like he is too. Well most of the time anyway :-) Our marriage ain't perfect but I defy anyone to show me a marriage that is.
Well, I met with the neurologist on Friday. I cried almost non-stop in the hours leading up to my appointment. Truly, I cannot stress to anyone reading my blog who truly wicked and wild my imagination is when it comes to this whole health issue that I am dealing with. Anyway, still don't know what's wrong with me. After she took me through the same series of "tests" that I've been through three other times to ascertain that I haven't had a stroke, she told me that I have "brisk reflexes." Okay.
I gotta get that MRI, which I was unsure whether I would get on that day or not. My appt. for that is soon.
The doc could tell that I'm pretty distraught and asked me why. I told her that I was afraid that maybe I am dying. Just like the second ER doc that I saw, she tried to assure me that she didn't *think* I'm dying. Just like the second ER doc, she said that the worst thing she could guess about would be MS. Ah well ... I just try to see how many days I can go without crying now. I was at two until this morning. Gotta start over now.
Geez, this has got to be the most depressing site on the entire www. Sorry ...
Dave and I did finally get a new mattress. It's probably a good eight inches taller than our previous one. I love it. I think. Hard to tell how well it sleeps. I have to lay on my back with my head elevated so high that I am almost sitting upright to minimize the numbness. I hate sleeping on my back. I'm a side sleeper. I like "spooning."
What else? Not a lot.
Okay, like with my last entry, I can't let this one be so much of a downer so I'll try to end on a positive note. Despite everything that is going on, this quote by Robert Browning, is an indication of my love for Dave on our 14th wedding anniversary and of my hope for health and longevity ...
"Grow old with me, the best is yet to be."
ttfn
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Well, I met with the neurologist on Friday. I cried almost non-stop in the hours leading up to my appointment. Truly, I cannot stress to anyone reading my blog who truly wicked and wild my imagination is when it comes to this whole health issue that I am dealing with. Anyway, still don't know what's wrong with me. After she took me through the same series of "tests" that I've been through three other times to ascertain that I haven't had a stroke, she told me that I have "brisk reflexes." Okay.
I gotta get that MRI, which I was unsure whether I would get on that day or not. My appt. for that is soon.
The doc could tell that I'm pretty distraught and asked me why. I told her that I was afraid that maybe I am dying. Just like the second ER doc that I saw, she tried to assure me that she didn't *think* I'm dying. Just like the second ER doc, she said that the worst thing she could guess about would be MS. Ah well ... I just try to see how many days I can go without crying now. I was at two until this morning. Gotta start over now.
Geez, this has got to be the most depressing site on the entire www. Sorry ...
Dave and I did finally get a new mattress. It's probably a good eight inches taller than our previous one. I love it. I think. Hard to tell how well it sleeps. I have to lay on my back with my head elevated so high that I am almost sitting upright to minimize the numbness. I hate sleeping on my back. I'm a side sleeper. I like "spooning."
What else? Not a lot.
Okay, like with my last entry, I can't let this one be so much of a downer so I'll try to end on a positive note. Despite everything that is going on, this quote by Robert Browning, is an indication of my love for Dave on our 14th wedding anniversary and of my hope for health and longevity ...
"Grow old with me, the best is yet to be."
ttfn
td
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