To my sister and cousins who may be reading this: sorry I didn't call you. It's been kind of hectic today.
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Take Mom to radiologist. Check.
Educate Kiddo. Check.
Rehearse for CD recording. Check.
Get tassels ready for Etsy. Check.
Visit the E.R. Che....Wait...What?
So, last night I'm lying in bed, reading. As I'm about to turn out the light, I realize that my right leg is sort of asleep. Weird, because I didn't sit on it funny. But, I thought, whatever. I turned over on my side, only to have my leg feel worse. Okay, turned over on my other side. Not helping. I lay there for an hour, hoping the feeling will come back in my leg. It doesn't, so I get up and sit in the recliner for a little while, hoping that will work. Nope. It's at this point that I realize that my right arm is feeling like it's asleep, too. Not. Funny.
I stayed up until four, trying to imagine the weirdness away. It didn't want to go. I went back and laid down in bed, worrying, crying, and not knowing what to do. Go to the E.R? Not go to the E.R? I woke Sound Man up with my crying, and I told him what was going on. I had asked the Lord to let me know if I should go to the E.R. or not. When Sound Man asked me if my face was numb, too, I realized then that it was. Not completely, just enough to feel like it was going to sleep. That did it. We got up, got Kiddo up, and headed to the emergency room. It was 5:00 a.m. My blood pressure was 185 over 114. I almost fell over. By 11:30 they had run a CAT scan, had drawn 100 (okay maybe just 5) vials of blood, and had done motor skills tests on me. My blood pressure came back down, and everything seemed normal.
Except I don't feel normal. My leg, arm, and face still feel like they are trying to go to sleep. Especially my foot. I have to follow up with a neurosurgeon to see about other tests they can do. They let me leave with the diagnosis of "peripheral neuropathy." Basically, it means my nerves are wacko.
I told some friends tonight that if I had known I was going to fall apart a month after turning 39, I'd have stayed 38!
More updates when I know more. I do have lots planned for the fall. I have so many more tassels to load on Etsy, and my shop is going to be featured on a WONDERFUL girl's blog when I can get my act together.
IF I can get my act together.
7 comments:
oh my friend - I sure am glad that nothing came back with the tests, but sometimes the not knowing is worse. I think you need a "sick" day. :) Stay in bed!!
I am stopping in my tracks right now and lifting you up in prayer. Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you. Praying Hard!! Susie
Oh girl that is so scary. I do hope all will be well and they can get you feeling back to normal. I will lift you up in prayer right now.♥
Hi Friend! It's sat. afternoon and I have thought about you all day. Hope your Dr.s appt. went well. Get some rest and email me when you feel better~
I'm glad that you went in to the ER...high BP is nothing to play with...and weird too. Hey, I fell apart a few months after 35 when I had a stroke (chiropractor!) so I understand ;D Take care of yourself!
whoa....scary.
Praying it's all just a freaky "remember the time?" soon.
Oh girl. I'm so sorry that your body is falling apart. :)
I will keep praying for you. I'm so sorry that you didn't get a definitive answer. That's terribly frustrating. And I'm sorry that you were so scared. I can imagine the thoughts that were going through your head.
K
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