What A Weekend!

Notice: I'm fine, I'm healthy, nothing to worry about. I write the following for journal purposes and to shed a little light. Long Post

Well, like I said, what a weekend! Everything started on Friday. I went to get my ct scan because my physician wanted me to have one for my migraines. I thought it was just a stress related migraine but I went and got it done anyway. I even handled the IV pretty well considering how I usually do. Anyway, Friday night Steven and I decided to go out to dinner and we were driving around trying to figure out where to go when I got a phone call from the imaging center telling me to go to the ER right away because they found some bleeding in my brain. So...naturally I was freaked out just a little bit but we went. They ran another ct, blood tests, etc. and found the same thing. Unfortunately at Banner Desert they don't have neurologists there so they wanted to transport me to Banner Good Samaritan in Phoenix by ambulance. We weren't sure what our insurance covered so they let us drive ourselves. We went home, changed, got a blessing and left.

We checked in to Good Sam and got settled into the room. The nurses were nice enough to let Steven stay even though I was in a public room because there wasn't anyone next to me. He was such a good sport and so good to me the whole time we were there. I met with a few doctors and nurses who ran lots of tests on me, drew blood (ugh) and finally let me "sleep". My stupid IV was SOO uncomfortable that I probably got about 2 hours of sleep. And also knowing I was going to have an MRI in the morning was a bit unsettling. I'm extremely claustrophobic...

All this time no one knows why or what is in my head--all they knew was there was some blood and it was the size of a quarter or a little bit bigger. The anticipation of finding out what it could be was not fun and caused me a bit of anxiety. When it came time for the MRI they gave me some drugs to relax me but I don't know if it really helped or not! The MRI tech was awesome and helped me through all 45 minutes of it. I thought I did pretty good and at one point I even removed the wash cloth that was over my eyes to get a look at the inside of the tube.

Finally the Neurosurgeon came at about 8:00 that night to review the results of the MRI with me. He couldn't figure out where the blood came from and wanted to do one more CT scan to see if there was anything wrong with my arteries or blood vessels. That was the most miserable ct scan ever. When they injected the iodine it hurt so bad. After that I just realized how tired and exhausted I was. I bawled the whole way back up to the room and just sat an cried. I just wanted to sleep without an annoying IV in my arm and just go home. Everything came so fast and just changed a lot. I kept telling Steven that even though I wasn't close to death or anything, it still made me take a step back and look at life from a different perspective. I realized all the things we take for granted like good health. There were a lot of other people in that hospital that were worse than me and had been in there a lot longer than me. I felt so sorry for them. It's a miserable place to be but such a blessing at the same time to have modern medicine and technology.

And in addition to all this, they thought I was diabetic because my blood sugar was at 200 when it's supposed to be between 75 and 100...that of course freaked me out just because it was one more thing to worry about that I didn't want to have to worry about. They poked me again and it had gone down to 93 so I was safe. Thank goodness!

So..I'm home now. The neurosurgeon just couldn't find anything wrong. I go back in a month to see him after another MRI to make sure everything is still okay. We're doing great. I'm just a little shook up still and have some anxiety but other than that I'm not in any pain or anything of the sort. Thanks to everyone for your concern and your prayers on our behalf!