I just haven’t had the energy to write about it until today, but I spent Sunday and Monday in the hospital again — with the exact same thing as the last time.
And this time, there was nothing on the tests. Not the CAT scan, not the MRI, not the echocardiogram, not the blood tests, and not with ultrasound of my carotid arteries. Nope. Clean as a whistle.
Since this time, I’d gone to a small, local hospital, they told me to follow up with the neurologists at Penn. Maybe it was a complex seizure disorder, the doctor said.
Back on the merry-go-round!
My mom had migraines so bad that when a really bad one hit she had to go get a shot of demerol and just lay there for a day or so.
Then she was misdiagnosed by a really bad neurosurgeon who botched a fusion surgery in her neck and almost killed her.
A year later she had the surgery redone right at a hospital in San Francisco and she was much better, except it didn’t cure the migraines.
Then, in 1991 when it was too late to do anything about it, they discovered the real cause: she had a brain tumor.
Find a good doctor. They make all the difference.
Oh, and good luck and I hope you’re feeling better.