Saturday, June 3, 2017

I Didn't Get to Do the Chicken Dance....

I just got this book. Talk about timing!

 
Never again will I tell Collin to go on ahead and order the food. Every time he does, something goes wrong.

Yesterday, I had what was supposed to be a routine appointment with my primary care doctor. Just following up, making sure all the meds have been doing their job, stuff like that. I expected to be in and out in no more than twenty minutes. Dr. B. was running a little behind, so I suggested Collin go on to Boston Market and order our lunch and I would meet him there. They had a special deal that day: do the chicken dance for a free cookie. I was going to do the chicken dance--but I never got there. I ended up eating my lunch for dinner after we got home. What really bites is that Collin did the dance, and they got a video of it. I missed that, too.

I had mentioned to Dr. B. that I had been having some speech problems the day before (now that I think about it, it actually started before that, maybe a week before). I'd know what I wanted to say, but the words that came out had to fight their way out. Collin says I've mastered Minionese!


Anyway, Dr. B. wanted an immediate CT scan of my brain. This is not exactly unusual. My brain has been viewed more often than I Love Lucy reruns. I was diagnosed epileptic after a head injury when I was a teenager. I tried to get her to let me wait an hour so I could go eat my lunch while it was still hot and maybe, just maybe, get my turn at the Chicken Dance. No go. She told me she would cart my sorry butt over to the hospital across the street herself. Not in those exact words, of course, but...

Normally, if anyone pushed me like that, I'd call their bluff. But I knew better than to mess with Dr. B. I've had two other doctors in my life--Dr. P. and Dr. Z.--who were tough like that, and they were both first-rate physicians. Dr. B's determination to make me do the right thing made me respect her even more than I already did. So I texted Collin and told him to meet me there.

So the CT scan was done and I finally got something to eat at the hospital cafeteria: a slice of pizza and an apple dumpling. Brain food of champions. Fortunately, our dear friend Cathy works fairly close to the hospital, so I texted her and she came after work to take us home. I got a CD of my CT as soon as they finished, and Collin and I viewed it last night. Neither of us is by any means qualified to read them, but they're still interesting to look at. The black spot on one side of my brain was a little ominous, like an ugly little storm cloud about to rain on my parade.

I got the official report from Dr. B. She says there's a decreased blood flow to one area in the left side of my brain. This came as a surprise. I didn't think I still had a left brain. My right brain is a bully. It beats up the left brain and takes over the neighborhood. A few words in the radiologist's report jumped out at me: acute cerebral infarction. In other words, a stroke. Strokes killed my mother--and she was two years older than me when she had the first big one. I have to have an MRI to confirm it, but still....

Okay, God--you have my attention. Time to grow up.

Do I have to?

I choose to look at the bright side. If my speech issues are permanent, I now have the perfect excuse for not talking on the phone....




17 comments:

  1. That is definitely the sort of thing you want your doctors on hand to keep an eye on at every step. Yikes!

    Sounds like you're in good hands.

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  2. We need the MRI to confirm it, and I do have to see my neurologist as well. Having seen what Mom went through, I want no part of strokes.

    Yes, I have excellent doctors. The weird thing is that the three doctors I mentioned have, at one time or another, all been in that same office building. Must be an omen.

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  3. Thank goodness your doctor won't take no for an answer! I hate this for you on top of everything else you've been through.

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    1. I'm fortunate that my doctor pays such close attention, even when I mention something that I don't think is a big deal.

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  4. There will be time for Chicken dances in your future but first listen to Dr. B. 😎 I will pray your left side will calm down.

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    1. My left brain is battered because my right brain is so much stronger. I guess I'm just going to have to separate those two!

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  5. Hugs. Hooray for your doctor. Mother lived for many years with the small strokes. She was 79 when the big one happened. Today, they do have a different approach. They may even have medications. The stroke probably happened right before the speech problems.

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    1. I believe they do have medications. I hope they do, because I hate needles. My blood vessels are unusually small and difficult to access.

      My doctor asked when the speech problems started, so I think you're right.

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  6. OK Norma, you have our attention !
    Now stop it !
    You are not Kathy Griffith (?) Nor do you need to be.
    Just stop being sick now You hear me ?
    Stop Now !
    I have a brain problem and words can't come out and reading is a problem.
    I have a bizarre growth? blood vessel at the base of my neck, any more iodine MRI's I will turn orange ! growths on my liver, kidneys and pancreas plus I just became a diabetic. The last three years have been awful but now at least thehamish and I have the exact same problems. His doctors don't give him long to live.

    Sometimes you just wonder why ?
    You and Collin take care.
    I am watching The Minion Movie now and it is a hoot.

    cheers, parsnip and thehamish


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    1. I'll stop being sick if you will, Gayle.

      It sounds like you might have a similar problem to mine. I know what I want to say, but getting the words out can be a struggle.

      The Minions sure are popular. Collin and I have backpacks with King Bob on them, and people are always stopping to talk Minions with us.

      I'll be praying for you and the Hamish.

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  7. Oh, no. I hope the CT scan was wrong. Sending all good thoughts your way.

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    1. We'll know more when the MRI is done. And thanks!

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  8. I'm so sorry this has happened to you Norma! You remain in my prayers.

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    1. Thank you, Lynn. Prayers are always appreciated!

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  9. Oh my this is a wee bit scary Norma! I'm not so sure I believe in prayers anymore but like you I am a very positive person and if that counts you have zillions of positive vibes coming your way from the other side of the world xox

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    1. I very much believe in the power of prayer, but positive vibes are always welcome, too.

      I hope my doctor isn't reading this. I postponed my MRI until the 16th so I could go see Wonder Woman on Friday. Collin's off on Fridays and I'm not allowed to go out alone. Last week, I had the doctor appointment, and I wasn't going to wait yet another week, so....

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  10. I hope your doctor isn't reading this too Norma 😀 Aimee went to see it yesterday, she looooved it!

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