So this week has been vacation time for Cy. We’d planned initially to go to Ohio but realized that with an overly hyper 2 year old it wasn’t a good idea, especially considering she’s very rough and doesn’t go to sleep until 3 or 4 am most of the nights we have her. Add that to our staying with a frail elderly lady and yeah… not good. So instead we’ve pretty much just lazed around. For the babys moms days off we didn’t have her, so the only days Cy really had to himself were Wednesday and Thursday.

Thursday was spent, in large part, at the doctors office. We finally managed to get me in… though it still was just with a nurse practitioner. This time though it was a different clinic all together. A place where people could actually tell their heads from their assholes. It was amazing to have someone sit there and listen to everything I had to say, write it all down, ask questions about it. She actually cared and knew what I was talking about. She got me to sign stuff so she could get my records from the last clinic and the hospital from where I had my ct scan last November.

Now let’s back up to last November. I had extreme vertigo and was sent from Primary Care to the ER to have a ct scan due to the vertigo and migraines. I was told that the test was clear. Let’s back up a few years now, to 2006. If you’ve known me since that time (or before of course) you’ll remember my being hospitalized for a migraine. The people in the ER did a ct scan and said that I’d had a stroke, hospitalized me, then someone else said my MRI was clear and I was fine.

Well um no. Turns out that even the ct scan from last November shows that I did in fact have a stroke a few years ago. This is terrifying. Also terrifying is the fact that my heart rate when I was first called back was 88, and half an hour later after sitting still it was still 87. My bp was high but not as high as it’s been in the past, and she said that my records from Primary Care had shown that my blood pressure was always high. I told her that I’d gone to them for it just to be told there was no issue. I wish I could sue for malpractice, I swear. Every single time I went to that place over the past year was a waste, and to say I went often would be an understatement.

The diagnosis for Fibromyalgia was confirmed though, so that’s one thing the other place got right. She asked what they’d done to help with that and then tried something completely different. Basically I came out of there with three prescriptions, each costing $4 because she actually tried to find something I could afford since I have no insurance… another first. She also sat down with us and explained what each medication did and why she wanted me to try it. I’m supposed go back in two weeks for a progress check. At this point though I’m already not sure I’m going to be able to stay on one of the anti-depressants… it makes me feel weird and I’m excessively irritable. Two medications were anti-depressants, supposed to help Fibromyalgia and migraines, and the other was for my heart and blood pressure.

In totally unrelated news though I have a kitten now, finally. He’s almost solid black with just a few white hairs here and there, extra soft, and extra clingy. He makes me very happy. We named him Gizmo.