We spent Monday afternoon in the ER. My doctor wanted some tests; the quickest way to get them was by visiting the emergency room. Yuck. Our hospital is a very nice place with a modern ER. The gunshot victims go to a different hospital. Still, there’s nothing like spending five hours on an uncomfortable gurney in a cubicle separated by a curtain from a woman with dementia. Mrs. Lion was with me, iPad in hand. I got a CAT (big cat?) scan of my head. They didn’t find anything. No surprise. Blood was taken, and other vitals were checked. No alarming results just wasted time.
I have more sensation in my left hand, but still not back to normal. Unsurprisingly, I have been tired. I stayed in bed and listened to an Audible book until lunch yesterday. I’m up now at 2 writing this post. The ER doc’s opinion was that the problem was in my brain. I thought I heard Mrs. Lion snort when she said that. Apparently, all of my fingers going numb at the same time is not usually caused by a problem with the spinal cord. The brain is more likely. I’m supposed to be scheduled for an MRI and an MRA soon. Nothing like spending a half hour in a small tube with loud noises all around me.
I know. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Sorry for complaining. I’m not a good patient.
Obviously, sex hasn’t been on my mind. Mrs. Lion has taken over my coffee pot duties while my sensation returns to my hand and my balance improves. Oh, did I forget to tell you? My balance took a hit after the “incident” last Thursday. Crap!
As you might imagine, situations like this are vivid reminders of my mortality. They are also reminders of how valuable a partner like Mrs. Lion is. She makes sure I’m OK and helps me in every way she can, even when I get grumpy.