
Dr. Dizzy: "Okay, I'm going to lean you back all the way and focus on your eyes and see how you do."
Me: (I hear: I'm going to hang you upside down and really see you get dizzy and laugh if you fall out of the chair.) Actual response: "Oh, okay. Do I apologize now for throwing up on you, or later?"
Nurse: "Do you need me to hold a garbage can by your head, just in case?"
Me: (I'm too embarrassed to ask for that. And chances are that if I'm dizzy enough to throw-up, I'll probably miss the trash can and get the nurse.) "No, I'll be okay." (Silently wondering if I'm any good at swallowing my own vomit. And THIS is why I only had a Mt. Dew for lunch.)
This was later followed by the Epley Maneuver. Aka: maneuver from H-E-double toothpicks. Where the conversation went like this:
Audiologist: "As I do this, let me know how you feel."
Me: (Silence...)
A: "So, how do you feel?"
Me: "I'm reminded of why I never lay this way. Thank you for reinforcing the will to sleep upright from now on."
A: "For the next 72 hours take it easy. Sleep upright, no exercise (no problem... doctor's orders)."
Me: "So what you're saying is no cooking, cleaning, vacuuming, and a back massage every night?"
So the conclusions are...
1. Any doctor that is okay with you throwing up on them is #1 and worth my $20 co-pay.
2. My MRI and CAT scan are scheduled to make sure that everything that should be there, is there and anything that is not supposed to be there, isn't there.
3. I have new hope that this will finally be resolved. And if not, then at least I'll understand why.
1 comment:
Wish I could have been a fly on the wall.
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