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Last night we went over to a friend's house and had dinner. It was a lot of fun. We engaged in much needed belly-laughs and delicious food. Very nice end to a week.
I tried to be as "normal" as possible, but some things can't be hidden... just ignored. So, that's what we all did... At a point I quit trying to be "normal" and just was.
Having the luxury of allowance without judgement is incredible. So, I take a little longer to do things... And, so, I can't find words... And, so, my vocabulary has fallen to a 7th grade level at times... Roll it in with jokes or overlook, and we're gravy. I've found there aren't very many places other than home where I am comfortable enough to let my guards down. Last night, like most times we visit, I could. A couple of beers and full tummies later, and even I can stop caring about the frustrations of inability.
I haven't written much this week. I've been too distracted and unmotivated. I did go to see an ENT about possible inner ear involvement with the dizzies...
I started having hand and leg tremors prior to even arriving. Filling out the new patient paperwork was a tedious experience. I was enjoying the waiting time because it gave me an excuse to read. It was peaceful. The office is also used for plastic surgery and spa treatments, so the decor was one of the most calming I've seen. The dark wood of the doors and counters meshed very nicely with the dark greens and purples. The doors were fixed with antique-brass knobs. The waiting area seating wasn't uncomfortable pleather chairs, but instead warm and inviting love seats. I occasionally looked out the second-floor window to see the cars drive by on the road next to medical building. I watched the small people get out of their small cars and walk out of sight. The experience was very relaxing.
When I was called back into the room, the nurse told me to stop being so nervous... They "don't bite." I told her I wasn't nervous... that it was all very calming. The rooms themselves were also done-up in the greens, purples, brass, and dark wood of the foyer. I wasn't sat on a table, oh no, it was a chair. Again, it was much more luxurious than I'm used to. I felt a little like I might be attacked with scented candles and Botox, but that didn't detract from the peace of being removed from the highly distractible world beyond the office doors.
As I sat waiting for the doctor, I started thinking about ways to incorporate their schemes, fixtures, and fogged glass into my own home.
The specialist finally made it to me. He was a young doctor, probably very fresh out of school with strawberry blond hair and a fair complexion. "There's definitely some Irish in that man," I thought to myself.
He examined me: ears, nose, and even throat. When he was done he said, "These symptoms have absolutely nothing to do with your ears."
"I've gone over your symptoms and every possibility, and there is nothing I can correlate with an inner ear problem. It's good you're going to a second neurologist. Stop taking the meclizine. You don't need it, and it may even be hurting the situation."
I thought to myself, "Good, I haven't been taking it because I was never able to get the prescription filled! Plus less cash for meds... Good thing."
He continued,
"This is good and bad. You don't have any of these issues wrong with you, but at the same time that means it's due to some other issue. At least knowing it isn't your ear allows you to narrow down your search. I know you want answers, but the best thing I can say is, stop taking the meclizine... Oh, and I encourage you to quit smoking because it's bad for you. That's it though."
Everything he had said about narrowing down the search I was already thinking. Crossing one off and adding to another... So, now I can know, in my heart, with certainty the dizziness is caused by this "neuro-or-whatever" thing that is all-inclusive. Neurological disorders that include dizziness as a symptom... My basket is overflowing with possibilities! If it turned out that my dizziness was caused by an inner ear malfunction, my load would be lighter, but this is how it goes.
I can't wait to see the neurologist!!!! Even if it is just an initial consultation.
Now for my Saturday to begin (I don't count playing around on inter-webs and blogging as "beginning"). In store for me is an nice evening alone with the man and an episode or two of This American Life. Some light shopping and housework is on the agenda, but I'm just going to enjoy my moments of a sunny, Fall weekend.
It's a beautiful time with the sunshine and cool breeze as my companion.