A More Serious Note
Hello friends and family. I just wanted to let you all know what was going on in my life at the moment. I'll tell the long version of the story. If you want the short version, scroll down to the part labelled as important.
Those of you whom I tagged in this post are just those I thought would want to hear the story most - I wanted to make sure you at least read the important part, so please do.
Yesterday Sean (that's the new BF for those of you not in the know (or not paying attention to Facebook)) and I took his best friend, Nick (who is down from Idaho), to the Scarborough Faire. We entered the faire and unfortunately only made it along a few of the booths before we stopped at the glass blowing demonstration. My stomach was mildly hurting, but I didn't think much of it. However, near the end of the exhibit I started to feel very tired and light-headed. Luckily the people in front of us got up and left, so I sat down and warned Sean that I was feeling very light-headed and that I might faint. Luckily he took that hint very seriously and stood behind me and held me up, as I soon blacked out.
According to Sean and Nick (who is a CNA (works in the medical field)), I had some small convulsions and then went limp when I was out, which lasted about 6 seconds. When I came to, I had had a dream, and was disoriented for a short time. Nick was sitting in front of me, but I didn't know who he was or where I was. My whole body ached and I was confused and afraid. Things didn't get better, however, as I was feeling nauseous and like I was going to black out again. Slowly my vision faded - it was like someone had turned a dimmer down on the world. All I could see was vague outlines and shapes - like I was in a dark room and my eyes had adjusted. My hearing was bad - it sounded like everything was far away.
I was extremely scared. I remember looking at Sean and barely being able to see his face. I remember him asking me how he could dial my mom, and looking at my phone and not being able to see the buttons. I honestly felt like it was a dream. I know people say that all the time, but it was the only way my brain could comprehend it. I looked at Sean and asked him to make it stop. I was seriously afraid of three things: 1) That I would die 2) That I would never see again 3) That I had a brain tumour.
Nick went and called the paramedics, and I put my head down on my lap as my vision and hearing slowly started to return. It was only for about 5 minutes that I was like that, but it felt like eternity. The paramedics came and thankfully by then I could see and hear, though I was still very confused and dizzy. They half carried me to the golf cart, where I sat down and they drove me to the paramedic tent thing. I was terrified, and wanted Sean to come, but they made him walk behind (it wasn't that far). Sean said I gave him a look of absolute terror as we started to pull away, and I don't doubt it.
When we got to the paramedic's tent, they took my blood pressure (80/50 - incredibly low) and heart rate (56 - also incredibly low) and blood sugar (normal). They asked me a million questions and wouldn't let Sean come in for forever. They had the air conditioning on full blast and I was freezing cold. Finally they told me that they didn't know what had caused me, so they needed me to go to the ER. Sean gave Nick the keys and he pulled my car around, and I lay in the back with Sean while Nick drove me to the nearest hospital.
When we got to the hospital, I was admitted quickly. They had me give a urine sample, took blood for labs, gave me an IV for fluids (I was slightly dehydrated), gave me an EKG, CT scan, and chest x-rays. We were in the hospital until 8 (arrived at 3) waiting for preliminary results and discharge. I slowly was feeling better and better, and by the end, I was feeling fine. All the prelim results came back clear, and they said I could go, though they'd call us as soon as possible with the full results of the x-ray and CT scan readings.
They let me go, and my mom bought Sean, Nick, and I dinner (she'd driven down, of course) as thanks to Sean and Nick for taking care of me. I was told to drink lots of fluids and to take it easy. I couldn't drive or be unsupervised for the next 24 hours. Luckily with Sean around that was no issue : ). (I have to say a huge thanks here to Sean and Nick, who handled the whole incident calmly and professionally and took absolutely incredible care of me through the whole thing, and even to now.)
Anyway, last night and today, apart from feeling a little tired and having a little bit of a sore stomach, I have been feeling fine.
IMPORTANT PART:
The ER PA who took care of me yesterday called me today at around 2:30pm. He told me he needed to talk to me, and told me that the final reading of my CT scan had come back.
They have found a 1.3cm cystic lesion in the medial left temporal lobe of my brain. They do not think it is solid, they don't think it's cancerous, and they don't think it's anything to be worried about. However, I've got to go get an MRI so they can get a better look and see a neurosurgeon. There's a chance that it's absolutely nothing and has nothing to do with my passing out - just one of those things they find while they were looking for something else. If it is causing trouble, it's likely just because it's pressing on something else, not anything more sinister. I do not know what kind of procedures or treatment might be required.
Obviously this news is very shocking to me, Nick, Sean, and my family, and I am not afraid to say that I am nervous about what is to come. I will keep you all updated as I find out what's going on in my crazy brain.
That's all. Let's all hope, or pray, or meditate, or whatever you do, that it all turns out to be nothing and it's a very boring story from this point out.
Those of you whom I tagged in this post are just those I thought would want to hear the story most - I wanted to make sure you at least read the important part, so please do.
Yesterday Sean (that's the new BF for those of you not in the know (or not paying attention to Facebook)) and I took his best friend, Nick (who is down from Idaho), to the Scarborough Faire. We entered the faire and unfortunately only made it along a few of the booths before we stopped at the glass blowing demonstration. My stomach was mildly hurting, but I didn't think much of it. However, near the end of the exhibit I started to feel very tired and light-headed. Luckily the people in front of us got up and left, so I sat down and warned Sean that I was feeling very light-headed and that I might faint. Luckily he took that hint very seriously and stood behind me and held me up, as I soon blacked out.
According to Sean and Nick (who is a CNA (works in the medical field)), I had some small convulsions and then went limp when I was out, which lasted about 6 seconds. When I came to, I had had a dream, and was disoriented for a short time. Nick was sitting in front of me, but I didn't know who he was or where I was. My whole body ached and I was confused and afraid. Things didn't get better, however, as I was feeling nauseous and like I was going to black out again. Slowly my vision faded - it was like someone had turned a dimmer down on the world. All I could see was vague outlines and shapes - like I was in a dark room and my eyes had adjusted. My hearing was bad - it sounded like everything was far away.
I was extremely scared. I remember looking at Sean and barely being able to see his face. I remember him asking me how he could dial my mom, and looking at my phone and not being able to see the buttons. I honestly felt like it was a dream. I know people say that all the time, but it was the only way my brain could comprehend it. I looked at Sean and asked him to make it stop. I was seriously afraid of three things: 1) That I would die 2) That I would never see again 3) That I had a brain tumour.
Nick went and called the paramedics, and I put my head down on my lap as my vision and hearing slowly started to return. It was only for about 5 minutes that I was like that, but it felt like eternity. The paramedics came and thankfully by then I could see and hear, though I was still very confused and dizzy. They half carried me to the golf cart, where I sat down and they drove me to the paramedic tent thing. I was terrified, and wanted Sean to come, but they made him walk behind (it wasn't that far). Sean said I gave him a look of absolute terror as we started to pull away, and I don't doubt it.
When we got to the paramedic's tent, they took my blood pressure (80/50 - incredibly low) and heart rate (56 - also incredibly low) and blood sugar (normal). They asked me a million questions and wouldn't let Sean come in for forever. They had the air conditioning on full blast and I was freezing cold. Finally they told me that they didn't know what had caused me, so they needed me to go to the ER. Sean gave Nick the keys and he pulled my car around, and I lay in the back with Sean while Nick drove me to the nearest hospital.
When we got to the hospital, I was admitted quickly. They had me give a urine sample, took blood for labs, gave me an IV for fluids (I was slightly dehydrated), gave me an EKG, CT scan, and chest x-rays. We were in the hospital until 8 (arrived at 3) waiting for preliminary results and discharge. I slowly was feeling better and better, and by the end, I was feeling fine. All the prelim results came back clear, and they said I could go, though they'd call us as soon as possible with the full results of the x-ray and CT scan readings.
They let me go, and my mom bought Sean, Nick, and I dinner (she'd driven down, of course) as thanks to Sean and Nick for taking care of me. I was told to drink lots of fluids and to take it easy. I couldn't drive or be unsupervised for the next 24 hours. Luckily with Sean around that was no issue : ). (I have to say a huge thanks here to Sean and Nick, who handled the whole incident calmly and professionally and took absolutely incredible care of me through the whole thing, and even to now.)
Anyway, last night and today, apart from feeling a little tired and having a little bit of a sore stomach, I have been feeling fine.
IMPORTANT PART:
The ER PA who took care of me yesterday called me today at around 2:30pm. He told me he needed to talk to me, and told me that the final reading of my CT scan had come back.
They have found a 1.3cm cystic lesion in the medial left temporal lobe of my brain. They do not think it is solid, they don't think it's cancerous, and they don't think it's anything to be worried about. However, I've got to go get an MRI so they can get a better look and see a neurosurgeon. There's a chance that it's absolutely nothing and has nothing to do with my passing out - just one of those things they find while they were looking for something else. If it is causing trouble, it's likely just because it's pressing on something else, not anything more sinister. I do not know what kind of procedures or treatment might be required.
Obviously this news is very shocking to me, Nick, Sean, and my family, and I am not afraid to say that I am nervous about what is to come. I will keep you all updated as I find out what's going on in my crazy brain.
That's all. Let's all hope, or pray, or meditate, or whatever you do, that it all turns out to be nothing and it's a very boring story from this point out.
