Me talking about my freaking headache???
Cause I am sick of it, sick of having it, sick of talking about it.
So I decided that I would get you up to date, today. And then I am not talking about it anymore, unless:
1. I get a definitive answer and have a plan.
2. It goes away.
3. My head falls off. Something that you might need to know if you keep coming back here.
So, I went to my second opinion neurologist. He agreed that I have had the Chiari all my life, but he does not think my headaches are being caused by it, and he would NOT do surgery, no way, no how.
He thinks I have post concussion syndrome, and he advised me to go ahead with the CT scan of my sinuses, ordered a couple of weeks ago by my primary, and see a neurologist. He said that a neurologist would help me with the pain.
I was pretty blown away by all this, not that I wanted surgery, but I certainly didn't expect two totally different opinions.
So, I had the CT today, and I have an appt with a neurologist before Christmas.
Other than that, I have decided that this headache is NOT going to rule me. No more.
For the last EIGHT weeks it has tried to own me, but I have news.
It doesn't, and it isn't going to.
End of subject until 1, 2, or 3 take place.
Aren't you relieved? You have to be as bored with it as I am. If you're still there.....hmm.
You are, aren't you?
And a wonderful way to change the subject is with a baby. Don't you agree?
O comes through the door, and whether she is walking, or being carried, the first thing she says, quite clearly, is SYDNEY.
Wearing her Daddy's hat.
She LOVES Sydney. And Sydney looks quite unperturbed, even though O has a good handful of
Sydney's furry self.
Sweetness comes in all sizes.
I don't think anyone could argue that.
Then L and I tried to get some serious work done.
We needed 15 sections on the Union Special, but I apparently miscounted and only did 14.
It was important that it be done right, for a client.
So we tried to get it done another way.
L had left some empty heddles in the middle, so I resleyed, it, and we put some more threads on, and weighted them off the back.
My husband would call this Nicky Hokey.
My father would have said it's a cob job.
What EVER. It worked.
When I left for my appointment, L was weaving away on it, with no difficulties at all.
I guess I am back to SQUARE ONE........but actually that's ok, I know how to do that.
One day at a time.