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Well, I still don’t know what to say about Girlie Intern. I was crying uncontrollably on the phone because that’s just what happens.
Losing control of your emotions, that is. Although not always over the phone. It’s a strange feeling. A bloody, fucking, awful feeling.
I had actually been crying all day long. Under non-TBI conditions, I wouldn’t have cried discussing a confusing medical issue. I wouldn’t be crying the whole day…
Somewhere through a half a box of tissues, I realized something familiar. Oh, this feels like a TOTAL Aspie Meltdown!!!
There’s also another comparison. You can feel frustrated and REALLY agitated. So you can end up stimming all over.
Well, I pretty much actually do it having Asperger’s. Non-Spectrum-non-NT and NT folks? You might get a taste of our stimmy behaviour and not even know it!
Girlie Intern was actually pretty empathetic when I banged my Ace on the table.
“Have you ever worked with patients who have had really bad TBI’s?” I don’t think it was much of an Ace considering I was bawling all over.
She had and understood that I had a total setback today. And I mean TOTAL, TOTAL, TOTAL!!!!!!!
Oh, dear. I am serious though. I feel like I was just discharged from hospital yesterday. And so it goes with TBI’s and/or head injuries that may just need some time to heal. Or others that are more serious requiring some kind of intervention for healing.
This Post needs some intervention for healing, because I’m just rambling with half a head holding a broken compass.
LET’S UP THE STAKES!!! I WILL NOT PROOF THIS BEFORE I POST IT!!!
WHOO HOO!!! *laughter all around my apartment*
So anydoodle, Girlie Intern confirmed it was the right Doctor who was to order it.
However, points for me who tipped her off to the Neurological portions of the MRI and I didn’t think it was right. She said it was good I was paying attention!
She’s going to confirm that everything is right, other areas should be done? Etc.
She still wants my bloods. Before our appointment in five days. When I can’t get out on my own. While there’s also a weekend in the middle there.
BUT… she also said and knows the whole roller coaster of head injuries and a TBI that’s pretty heavy duty like mine. Thus, the only option she had for me was rest, rest, rest.
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