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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Tap, tap...Is this thing on? (+ a trip to the neurologist)

Tap, tap...Is this thing on????  Anyone out there???

Seriously.  I can't believe how long it's been.  I'm going to try to be better about posting, but I make no promises.  What I do know is that I miss having a record of our days...but at the same time I struggle to find the words to type.  My life and my girls' lives all overlap and intertwine and I don't want to be the one to tell their story.  Or to use this space to vent about how HARD it is the parent this age and have them (or their friends) read my mama worries and struggles.  It's different when they're six, or seven or nine...but this middle school age?  Oy vay.

So here's a little something funny for your Sunday afternoon.  (Trust me, the funny is coming. I just have to give you a little back story first.)

I've had migraines for a few years now.  The kind where you have to pull your car over and vomit on the side of the road.

But they've increased in the past few months.  And then I had two that lasted multiple days within weeks of each other.  Unheard of, for me.  So I went to the immediate care when my regular doctor moonlights, and got shots.  But he wanted to send me for a CT Scan the next week just to make sure there wasn't anything more going on.  (CYA, people, CYA)

I didn't worry about or think anything more of it, went to the hospital, had the scan and went on my merry way.

My doctor called me 3 days later and told me that everything looked great BUT...

my frontal cortex was misshapen.  The shape of it was indicative of septo optic dysplasia, but that I had no other symptoms of this.  Since it was flagged, it felt like I needed to go to the neurologist.  Purely as a precaution.

Again, I didn't worry.  Didn't think any more of it.

I went to the neurologist this week.

Have I mentioned how I have a ridiculous sense of humor in inappropriate situations?  I do.  It's why Chris doesn't like going to serious places with me - like the doctor's office.

The nurse called me back and went through all the paperwork with me.

Then the nurse practitioner came in and did the full exam.  We were together for about 40 minutes.  I felt like we had bonded.

So when she said..
Nurse:  I'm going to finish filling out your chart.  Dr. Smith will be in in just a minute.
Me:  Dr. Smith?  Oh, no, I scheduled an appointment with Dr. Derek Shepard.  (with puzzled look on my face)
Nurse:  Oh. Um, we don't have a Der...Wait a second!

And then we erupted in laughter.

At the door, she turned around and said, "And Derek Shepard is a neuro surgeon,  not a neurologist!"

I could hear them all laughing hysterically at the nurses station.  I had a smug, my work here is done, feeling and wished I could have left right then.

The actual doctor came in, asked a whole lot of questions and went over a few things.

When my general practitioner said my frontal cortex was misshapen, what he meant to say was that there is no division between the left and right side of my brain.  Yep, that's right, I'm whole brained!

Exciting, right???  But also odd and now I have to have an MRI.

More than likely this isn't causing the migraines.  It would also have been something that I was born with and this is just a random finding.

However, I am using it ALL.THE.TIME. now!

Oh, I don't know if I can do the laundry, you now, my brain isn't divided.
You need me to pull books for you?  Not today.  My brain is misshapen.
Nope.  Can't do it.  No divider in my brain.

My MRI is coming up and I'll keep you posted.

Who would have thought?  Not me.  But then again, my brain is misshapen, so....