Silly IIH

There are times when IIH can be silly.

Today I was coming in from recess and I had a ton of floaters. One was different than all of the rest though. It was perfectly round and somewhat gray and it seemed to stay in the same exact spot no matter where I pointed my eye. I was freaking out about it slightly and determined that I might need to call my husband and Dr. Awesome. I was convinced I would be leaving work early to head into the hospital for another tap.

Luckily I had the presence of mind to remove my glasses and hold them up to the light before I took any drastic steps. Why was this lucky? Because there was a smudge on my glasses that mimicked a blind spot. Wouldn't I have looked stupid?

The Other Shoe

Neck/headache all day. Achy eyes. Exhausted. Floaters. The norm.

I had a dream.

In this dream my vision was double. It was only in one eye and it was not only double but the one eye was sideways too. I was in PE with the Stinker and I keep asking the PE coaches to call my mom so she could take me to the hospital. They refuse and they keep finding these drops that they insisted would help. They wouldn't listen to me as I was trying to explain that I need a spinal tap.

Bizarre.

We had a thunderstorm today. Even though I felt kind of like poop it was still nice to see the first thunderstorm of the year. There was lightening AND thunder. It was exciting.

Three more work days until spring break! I leave for Baltimore in 4. I am excited.

The good, the bad, and the ugly

Last night was amazing.

You often hear people who have been diagnosed with life altering illnesses talk about how they found out who their "real" friends were. This is never a good thing. If you are one of those "real" friends you should feel very bad about yourself.

So I am always at a loss to describe my experience. I found out who my real friends were and I looked around, took attendance, and everyone was still present and accounted for. Even though I have a condition that sometimes makes me a shitty friend. Even though I occasionally have to back out of things or I fail to deliver as promised. Even though I am crabbier than I used to be these people have stuck by me and stepped up to always provide an ear, a hug, and a glass of wine when needed.

Cue last night.

I was told, we're going to have a dinner for Rare Disease Day. This sounded like great fun to me. Can I bring anything? Nope, just yourself! Wills, Mrs. Rocketship, Cats, and Spicy Ramen were all in attendance (with the Hubs of course) and I never believed that a day about illness could be filled with so much laughter and love. Everyone pitched in to make it one of the most memorable nights of my life.

And then came the gift. Who gets a gift on Rare Disease Day?

My shirt! <3

Me, after my LP.

Me, that's who. We were done with dinner eating undercooked monkey bread (which is seriously how I like it, I will tell you about my old school camping experiences at a later time Wills) and Cats brings in this box. I open it, and what is it but a t-shirt with the words "You Down with PTC" on the front, my blog address, and then the words "working to relieve the pressure." The best part? It matches my blog colors. I started to cry. I was just so overwhelmed with how lucky I am.

The best part about the whole night and this morning was I felt great. I had energy, my head felt fine, and I felt like I was back to my normal self. The magic of a spinal tap. I think someone might have body snatched me because I wasn't worried about when the other shoe would drop, which means when it did drop the suddenness was a little off putting.

I was at lunch, munching on my car Cheeze-Its (don't ask) when I got a sharp pain in my forehead. Sinus! I thought hopefully, but it didn't go away. It built into the worst headache of all time. And I just wanted to cry.

24 hours. I got 24 hours of relief. How is that fair?

But life isn't fair, and so I need to change my attitude. Instead of being annoyed by the headache I need to be thankful for the time I did have feeling amazing. I need to be thankful it fell on Rare Disease Day so I could feel normal again for this one night. I need to be happy for what I had. I also need to remember how lucky I am to have the friends and family that I do and to stop focusing on the fact that my head feels like someone is squeezing it and instead focus on how damn lucky I am. I will work on this.

I'd Tap That

This spinal tap was silly.

It was waaaaaay different than the last two I got. I figure that since I am out of same day surgery and now able to sit up and type comfortably I will go ahead and tell you about it in more detail.

So this is my back. There are a few things you should notice about my back...

1. I have a cool tattoo.
2. I sneaked and put on my undies and sweatshirt which meant I had to sit up. I couldn't get caught or they would make me start my 2 hours all over again (joke).
3. There is a lot of green stuff on it.
4. There is a weird target like tramp stamp.
5. There is a flapping band-aid.

All of these things will be explained in time.

Let's start with number three (I think numbers 1 and 2 are self explanatory). That green stuff is left over from the topical antiseptic they used to make sure my back was sterile and hopefully prevent an infection at the puncture site. The lines are because I have a big butt so it kind of pooled... : (

For this LP (lumbar puncture - same thing as a spinal tap just a fancier name) I traveled to the Interventional Radiology department where they used a fluoroscopy machine to determine where to place the needle. Interventional Radiology is simply the place where they use the machines to help diagnose and perform certain procedures. They do angioplasty in this department because they can make it minimally invasive. A fluoroscopy machine is awesome. It takes basically a real time x-ray and projects it on the television so the doctor can see where he is sticking the needle. That is why I have the target on my back. That is so the doctor knew where to stick his needle.

I wanted to say "Oh yeah? Well, Dr. Cowboy knew where to stick it just by knocking on my back a couple of times." But I figured I shouldn't taunt the man with the large needle.

What does that leave us with? Ah yes, the floppy band-aid. Hubs just didn't remove that before taking the picture.

Another thing I wanted to note is why I had to lay flat for two hours. Two long hours. And not even prime time television hours. There are two main side effects post tap, headache and nausea. It is believed that these can be prevented by laying down for two hours, but studies cannot confirm or deny this.

How do I feel post tap? Eggcellent! I feel like my shoulders and neck are finally relaxed. I told the Hubs that although I have never gotten a massage I imagine this is what people feel like after one. It is delicious. I want to melt into the couch and sleep for days.

Happy Rare Disease Day!