I've had quite a week. I had such a piercing headache Tuesday night/Wednesday morning that woke me up at 1:30 and would not let me go back to sleep. I spent the entire night tossing and turning and thinking I was dying or at least going to end up in the hospital. I even told God I was ready to die and asked Him to take care of my family and please hurry it up so the pain would stop. At least my brain was working enough to think through a lot of things. Thanks Mom for pointing that out. Wouldn't you know it, Wednesday is my doctor's day off. Well, I did see someone else at his first available appointment. I had to see his PA student first who totally missed my history of a brain injury and was going to dismiss me with no follow up. Not really his fault because I sort of forgot to mention my TBI. I suppose that is sort of important to mention when you come in with a headache. I guess I didn't think about it because I'm so used to my doc knowing my history. Fortunately, the PA I saw knows my history and scheduled me for an MRI (just to make sure there is a brain in there J ).
I had the MRI and wasn't nearly as freaked out as I worried I might be. Apparently I had to be sedated to remain calm enough for an MRI after the accident. I had prepared myself for it to be worse than it was. Of course, I was all prayed up so I’m sure God prepared me to stay calm until the procedure was over. Thanks to all of you for praying. If you are claustrophobic, close your eyes before they shut you in and slide you into the tube. Then, leave your eyes closed. Easier said than done, I know. I wanted to spend the time in prayer and listening to God, but they kept talking to me and the machine was so loud. So, I ended up writing songs in my head to the beat of the machine. It kept me busy anyway. :) I don’t get the results until mid-week, so the waiting is going to be worse than the MRI, I think. .
Today is the first day I’ve felt human since Tuesday night. Granted the sharp headache that made me think I was dying and kept me up since 1:30 am was dulled by the time my alarm went off for the morning, but I had an annoying dull ache and was exhausted and all worn out for the rest of the week.
Moms, however, are not really allowed to get sick. Kiddos still have to get to and from school. Meals still have to be planned and prepared. Laundry still has to be done. We do have to eat and wear clothes, you know. I did manage to get an extra nap or two into my week. J The day after my headache that kept me up all night thinking I was dying, I even managed to go work out before I saw the doctor. There was time between getting the kiddos to school and the clinic opened for the day so why not? J Besides, routines are my friends and are what keeps me sane and feeling like a human.
So, all you moms out there, how do you manage your household when you get sick?
And, for all of you with TBI, how do you remember to tell you doctor about it?