Sing it with me:
The GP sent me to the Neuro,
The Neuro sent me to the Oto(laryngologist),
The Oto sent me to the Audio,
And I'm still dizzy as a top!
Long story short, Oto misread Audio's report and wanted me to undergo a certain therapy that I am NOT a good candidate for, based on Audio's evaluation.
After informing the nurse, who was informing me, that the information she was givingme was incorrect, she skimmed through the notes and discovered I was correct. So she called me back yesterday to tell me that I was a poor candidate for Vestibular Rehab, and that I was to continue my current medications and call if my symptoms got worse. To what end?!
'Worse', it would seem, is subjective. After all, I went to them BECAUSE I was worse and while the migraine pain has abated, both the dizziness and strong ringing in my ears persist at this new, heightened level.
I processed this information for a bit. I felt like I'd been tossed in the middle of the ocean,and these doctors, nurses, tests, and symptoms - all torpedoes giving chase! They're everywhere - consuming our finances, my endurance, my well-being!
WHOA
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, imagining it as a white mist, curling up through my sinuses and up the back of my skull, engulfing the red clouds of frustration. And with each exhalation, my mind began to clear.
I am currently raising our FOURTH teenager - a girl this time, who has been living a menses hell and does things like proclaim before God and everyone,that her uterus is takng over her entire life thus MUST be Republican.
My oldest son ELOPED, for God's sake! And sat in MY house for hours, talking about the plans they had for their upcoming wedding! And he lives today!
I wrung my hands while two of our sons served this counry overseas! And giggled at their first letters where they refer to me, not as mom, but mommy. ;) Boot camp is hell.
I raised diapered ducks, for crying out loud, and took them to nursing homes!
I have been married to the same man, rain or shine, for THIRTY years. 'Nuff said.
There is just too much good stuff....funny stuff.....interesting stuff in my life, to let the high-paid idiots use me as a shuttlecock in their game of badminton.
So....damn the torpedoes, baby, and full speed ahead!
The GP sent me to the Neuro,
The Neuro sent me to the Oto(laryngologist),
The Oto sent me to the Audio,
And I'm still dizzy as a top!
Long story short, Oto misread Audio's report and wanted me to undergo a certain therapy that I am NOT a good candidate for, based on Audio's evaluation.
After informing the nurse, who was informing me, that the information she was givingme was incorrect, she skimmed through the notes and discovered I was correct. So she called me back yesterday to tell me that I was a poor candidate for Vestibular Rehab, and that I was to continue my current medications and call if my symptoms got worse. To what end?!
'Worse', it would seem, is subjective. After all, I went to them BECAUSE I was worse and while the migraine pain has abated, both the dizziness and strong ringing in my ears persist at this new, heightened level.
I processed this information for a bit. I felt like I'd been tossed in the middle of the ocean,and these doctors, nurses, tests, and symptoms - all torpedoes giving chase! They're everywhere - consuming our finances, my endurance, my well-being!
WHOA
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, imagining it as a white mist, curling up through my sinuses and up the back of my skull, engulfing the red clouds of frustration. And with each exhalation, my mind began to clear.
I am currently raising our FOURTH teenager - a girl this time, who has been living a menses hell and does things like proclaim before God and everyone,that her uterus is takng over her entire life thus MUST be Republican.
My oldest son ELOPED, for God's sake! And sat in MY house for hours, talking about the plans they had for their upcoming wedding! And he lives today!
I wrung my hands while two of our sons served this counry overseas! And giggled at their first letters where they refer to me, not as mom, but mommy. ;) Boot camp is hell.
I raised diapered ducks, for crying out loud, and took them to nursing homes!
I have been married to the same man, rain or shine, for THIRTY years. 'Nuff said.
There is just too much good stuff....funny stuff.....interesting stuff in my life, to let the high-paid idiots use me as a shuttlecock in their game of badminton.
So....damn the torpedoes, baby, and full speed ahead!
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