The Neurologist...

My Neurologist is a tiny lady. She is from the far east and has this great accent. The only problem is that half of what she is saying I can't understand. So it was a good thing that Marc went with me so he could translate for me. So all of my tests but one cam back normal. The only one that was not normal was my TEE. That is when they stick and ultrasound tube down your throat. Luckily you get to be sedated. Anyway, there is a tiny hole in my heart called a PFO. It has been there my whole life but just recently has been causing me problems. So it is good news and bad news. Good because we know what is wrong bad because I will need it fixed. And we all know how well I do with the thought of needles. So on February 17 I get to see the cardiologist and see if he will close the hole. The Neurologist said that because the hole is so small that the doctor may not want to close it. So I get to go to the doctor to see if he will close the hole. Doctors are so frustrating.

Ummmm....

So I am sitting here trying to decide what in the heck to write about. It is not that our lives are boring...far from it. I have been to the hospital 4 too many times this month. 3 for me one for Eric... doesn't get much more exciting than that.

The first trip was for a spinal tap... which I do not recommend...Most people don't have a problem with needles like I do. The thought of them sticking a needle into my spine and watching fluid drip out makes my tummy sick. So to say the least I decided to have a seizure in the middle of that adventure. It was awesome. I went home and 4 days later I went to the ER to get a blood patch. It really shouldn't have been a big deal but when I got the Demerol shot I had another seizure... so needless to say I was looking forward to my next test and my next seizure....

Luckily for me it did not end up that way...they sedated me....and I have nor recollection of them putting the tube down my throat to do the TEE...yay for no more seizures...i usually only do them when in the company of medical personnel.

Our next adventure was on Sunday...Eric was eating some fruit salad when he either got something stuck in his throat or was having an allergic reaction to some of the fruit anyway we left dinner early and took him to the ER where the doctor proclaimed him a normal healthy 9 month old baby and sent us home... apparently while Eric was screaming at the nurses whatever was stuck got unstuck...yay for us!!

It is not very often that you get to try out 3 hospitals in one month...