I saw the neurologist yesterday. The first thing I said to him was, “I’ve been telling this story for thirty years, and it’s getting old.” He remarked that thirty years is a long time to suffer, and he would do his best to help me find some relief. Wouldn’t that be nice…
Neuro Doc took copious notes while I talked, and remarked that I was answering his questions before he had a chance to ask them. Um, yeah. I've had a lot of experience.
When I finished, Neuro Doc sat back and mused, “Well, these headaches ARE NOT migraines.” I wanted to jump up and shout, “Hallelujah!” I’ve been telling doctors that for YEARS, but did they listen to me? Noooooooo. As soon as they hear “headache,” they respond “migraine.” (After ruling out “brain tumor,” of course.)
Naturally, relief doesn’t come easily. I have to go back on Friday for an EEG. Then, on the 24th, I have to go for EMG (Eek Moan Groan) and Nerve Conduction studies. After that, I’ll be going for an MRI of the cervical spine. Since I don’t drive, all this running around poses a problem, but I’ll find a way, even if I have to walk.
After my visit with the neurologist, I accompanied Rebecca to her dermatologist appointment. We were stunned to learn that she has rosacea. Treatment requires laser surgery, which is not covered by my insurance, and costs anywhere from $300 to $500 per procedure. Ouch.
This morning, I paid a visit to my dentist. The coronation ceremony isn’t going to take place, after all. Instead of a crown, the tooth doc wants to go with Lumineers. I was sold on the idea as soon as I heard that the procedure is painless, and doesn’t require grinding or shaving of the tooth. Impressions were made, and I’ll get a call to go back in a couple of weeks.
Now if only this knot in my right shoulder blade would loosen up and the ache in my head would take a hike, I might be able to enjoy the rest of this beautiful spring break day.
Song of the Day: The Headache's Back by LA the Sage