Hello there friends
Wednesday turned out to be a very long, stressful day at the hospital. I had decided to see if I could get in to see my rheumatologist, considering I was going to be in the same hospital, so that I could tell her what my latest status is.
My appointment with her was at 10 am and we sat with her for a good 45 minutes. Hubby and I described my flare up of Saturday to her. Which led to great concern on her part. Dr B is a doctor that does not like to prescribe additional or new medicine without a very good reason. She believes in a maintenance regime and will only increase the dosages to get a flare up under control again. Unfortunately it's the 2nd time in 4 months that she's had to up the doses. Only this time she's increased both the Neurontin and the Venlor. She also took a ton of blood tests to make sure there's nothing she's missing.
From there we went through to the neurologist. For the tingling fingers he performed a neuron test. The signals are all normal. Good news. Next he had to check the lack of brain functioning (memory loss). So I was sent for a CAT scan. The thing that tickled me was, when they gave me my scan & report, there was a huge CONFIDENTIAL sticker slapped over the envelope flap. Ok... I'm confused. Who is this so confidential for? Considering its my brain and my medical aid had paid for it, uh... Surely I'm not included in the CONFIDENTIAL mumbo jumbo?
Anyway. The neurologist read the report, looked at the scan and announced... Well you still have a brain in there... No shit Sherlock!
After a discussion it emerged that there is nothing wrong with my brain. Frontal lobes are all there, no shrinkage and the rest of it looks good too. So the diagnosis...? I'm stressed. Yes...stressed.
Its something I find difficult to believe as I've been trying my best not to get upset or stressed since my diagnosis. But somehow my body seems to disagree.
So wish me well as I take on this new challenge.
Goodness, I know what it's like to get a report like that back. First there is thankfulness that nothing serious is going on, but at the same time it like "ok....then whats wrong with me?!". Just gotta hang in there!
ReplyDeleteStre-essed! Well, if you weren't, I guess you felt stressed after that. I am glad you still have a brain, no kidding?! For years, I was diagnosed as depressed -- ugh! And I believed them, until I was dropping on the floor.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you don't have nerve damage, but I know it is frustrating to feel sick and not have a definitive answer from the doctor. You have been on my mind.