So… let me start this off by saying I’m fine. Really. They’re just checking. I had either a nasty fainting spell or an actual seizure on the airplane last May and they’re checking. I was diagnosed with epilepsy when I was six and have had seizures spaced years apart over my lifetime. It’s been about 16 years since I’ve had one so I thought I had outgrown them.
I had an EEG last week which was no biggy other than how cold the room was… Oh and the fun of cleaning the goop out of my hair.
I was fine with the testing etc until the neurologist mentioned something about looking for possible brain tumors. Now the closer the MRI gets the more I’m panicking. Not to mention I’m not fond of enclosed spaces. The MRI shouldn’t be too bad (I hope) since it’s just my head and I’m not restrained. Man. I’m thinking I should have asked for the drugs after all… Probably I’m just overtired from running around Manhattan in the heat and sleep deprived from trying to get my house back in order after months of chaos.