Wednesday, February 4, 2009

January 30, 2009

I didn't plan to spend my day like this. Urgent care, CT scan, MRI . . .
Tried the Blooming Prairie clinic and they were closed. If you need medical help call Austin.
I just wanted an antibiotic to clear up an ear infection or sinus infection or whatever is causing this pain in my head. When I called Austin they said just come to urgent care and walk in.
They weren't very busy and could see me right away.

While waiting I found this quote in Better Homes and Gardens . . .
"What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet,
isn't much better than tedious disease."
--George Dennison Prentice 19th century newspaper editor

That tickled my funny bone . . .

The trouble is the only thing they found was elevated blood pressure. 169/101 or some ridiculous numbers like that. Carol asked if I had bumped my head or fallen anytime recently. There was that time I fell on my back but that was before Christmas. And it didn't hurt.

She called someone down to draw blood. (The new and improved way to see if you have an infection.) The guy to draw blood came in. (How many times did I spell my name and say my birth date? Let's see -- only five or six times through the whole day. At least they always knew they had the right person.) He was a funny guy.

Told me with a wicked twinkle in his eyes, "I'm not good at this."
--meaning he's not good at finding the vein on the first poke. I told him he could just go on out of here then and send someone else. He asked what brought me in today and I repeated the whole weird thing about pain on the left side of my head, kind of like an earache but not like any earache I've ever had. I thought it was going away but it started again Thursday in the middle of the night.

"I guess I was extra crotchety and my husband said, "Go find out what's causing this.' "

That tickled his funny bone. "Crotchety! I'll bet he's in trouble. He'll need to order in dinner and flowers and jewelry and get the house cleaned for that, I bet." He kept muttering, "Crotchety!" and chuckling as he poked the vein on the first try.

The blood didn't show what it's supposed to show if there is an infection so Carol started scurrying around and lined up a CT scan. After that she talked about coming Monday for an MRI then the next thing I knew she said they have an opening right now. I got to take a "nap" for 25 minutes. Probably the most expensive nap I've had in a long time. Then I hurried away to drive bus. They were going to look at it and after the bus route I could go back down and hear what they found out.

Carol called before the route was over and said everything looks okay, no bleeding, sinus areas are not filled up with fluid, (hmmm... that surprises me. It feels like they are filled with cement.) She wants to follow up by checking my blood pressure at the clinic in Blooming Prairie next week and she wants me to see Dr. Young, a neurologist.

*For pain take two double strength Tylenol 4 times a day.*

So it really is just in my head . . .

The most beautiful thing through the whole day was knowing *Jesus is with me* PTL!
Whatever is going on -- Jesus is with me every step of the way.
The most recent malapropism at our house:

I was trying to open a bag of chicken, you know, one of those kind with a ziplock, reclosable top.
Jorgan saw me struggling and said, "You need a serenaded knife."
I started laughing and asked if he knows what *serenaded* means.
"Yes, one of those knives with a saw-like edge."
It is pretty close to serrated I'll have to admit.