Monday, February 27, 2006
February 27, 2006
MRI, 'roids, and a crewcut
Hooray- moments of lucidity. I have been having crazy headaches that leave me a morphine junkie requesting a push every few hours. This lovely drug doesn't quite get rid of the pain, but it leaves me half-comatose enough to just be. Sounds pretty pathetic, but it's not that bad. They ordered an MRI to make sure other "icky things weren't going on in my brain" (doctor's words, not mine) and I'd point out the irony of that machine. Here's how it went: they stuffed some earplugs into my ears, fed me into a giant plastic eclair, and proceeded to run through the twelve most annoying sounds ever conceived. A little voice would say, "ok, this'll take six minutes", and then they would blast the sound of jackhammers all around my head. Then, the guy would say, "ok this next one will be four minutes" and then they'd inundate my brain with Atari-esque electronic fighter sounds. My personal favorite was the monotone high-pitched fire alarm for five minutes. When I was ejected, I had to laugh and joke with the radiology tech, but I think his stoic face didn't quite get the humor. Ah well, the good news today is that nothing "icky" showed up on the test, so they think the headaches are just from the spinal taps and since I won't be having those for two weeks (my last two came back negative), they anticipate these headaches should just go away.
My IV cocktail contains loads and loads of steroids, which thankfully keeps my appetite ship-shape (since food is and always has been one of my favorite aspects of life), but more importantly, I think I'm going to use these toward an event for Beijing 2008. Suggestions for a good event? Canoeing? Weightlifting?
Actually, despite steroids and appetite, my body is definitely shrinking. I just noticed that my legs look like chicken legs (from lack of walking?) and scarier still, my nose has the pince-nez look of post-surgery Michael Jackson. yikes! No one else seems to agree with my nasal assessment, but I am quite sure that at least a few ounces are missing from my snout.
My pillows, the floor, my food tray, everything gets covered in hair now. It's annoying. So, I think today I am going to break out the hair trimmers. I am praying for a GI Jane or Natalie Portman look, but will more likely attain Alien Nation or the goalie girlfriend from Shaolin Soccer. I do promise pictures.
In addition to the cards and things that make my day, I need to thank the following people.
Jenny for the adorable cookie bouquet, Oxy admissions for the real flowers (which the nurses appreciated!), Matt Warren for sending his friend Mike to check in on me, to Auntie Kathy and Uncle Bob for the lai-see (you will feed my grateful friends here for many non-hospital meals!) and the See's chocolates, Dean Sheehand, Diane, and Nora for being so flexible, helping me with everything Fletcher-related, and the hat/poster, Joe for the great DVDs!, Uncle Bill and Aunt Charlotte for all the amazing Chinese food, Sandy and Marc for the fabulous care package, and Andy-san for the good-luck token and the amazing wood-block painting. It's definitely getting framed and hung in Jaci and my new place. Love love love to you all. What would I do, where would I be, without all this support?
And, what's up with the Santa Maria contingent?? I am blown away. Are you all on a listserv or something? =) It's wonderful to hear from so many old friends; thank you for your posts and concern.
posted by Erica at 3:21 PM