I still haven’t made it out to George Washington Memorial Parkway in the Z4. I was going there tonight with my Dad around 7:30, but it was raining. I felt slightly nervous for the first time. Not necessarily that I would do something wrong in the car, I just had a general, over-all icky feeling welling up in my chest. I thought perhaps it was just nerves, so off we went to a major highway that’s between my house and the Parkway. With each mile that I drove the feeling in my chest got progressively worse. Just as my back started to seize from the pain in my chest, the rain started pounding so fiercely that I couldn’t see very far ahead of the car in front of me. I was overwhelmed with worry, so I decided to get off, turn around, and go home on a different road. The closer I got to home the better I felt, and finally when we approached the neighborhood my back wasn’t bothering me at all. I’m not sure if it was just me being overly nervous for some reason, or if something was going to happen, but believe me, the drivers out there were mad and the rain was nasty. While I am disappointed I didn’t make it to the Parkway, I would have been far more disappointed if I ended up curled around a tree trunk along the side of the Dulles Toll Road.
As soon as I got home I realized one very good reason I decided to stop driving when I did – my vision started to go funny again, my head started to pound, and it felt like I was going to pass out again. So I laid down on the couch and watched an old 80’s movie with my brother Steve. I’m feeling a bit better, thankfully, after an additional hour on the couch watching the Cosby Show.
I might have to go see Gap-Model Doctor Number 2 tomorrow – AGAIN. This time most likely for an MRI. Sweet Dr. Carroll is still concerned about the headaches, neck tension, extreme lack of anything resembling short term memory, and dilated eyes. My eyes are the funniest symptom – one of the friends that was staying at my house over the weekend looked at me last night and said, “You look like one of those alien babies from Men in Black.” I’ve always thought my eyes are rather freakish in their own way, but she was right. My pupils were so big I only had a fingernail-thin line of greenish-brown left. According to my friend, that can just be a sign that I had somewhat severe trauma to my head (duh, falling in the bathroom and bashing my head against the tub could do that), but it could be something more. And that’s what cute Dr. Carroll is trying to find out. He wants to order an MRI of my whole head and make sure something hasn’t gone wonky. I think there has to be *something* going on *somewhere*, otherwise why would I have passed out?
Oh well. The next installment of The Misadventures of Heather’s Health will have to be delayed until tomorrow night. Now on to the happy stuff!
A grasshopper walks into a bar. The bartender is perplexed and isn’t quite sure what to say. The grasshopper sits down at the bar, and after a few moments of awkward silence, the bartender says, “You know, we have a drink named after you…” Shocked, the grasshopper replies, “You have a drink named Steve?!”
HaHA, I love that joke… 🙂