I woke up a month ago with yet another migraine, I've been getting them more and more regularly (up to one per week) for the past couple of years and in between the migraines I'm dizzy, unsteady and have a constant headache. After suffering for a week, I went to see my doctor, and from there my world has spiralled into the pits of worry.
I've had blood tests, an MRI scan, the results of which have meant I've been referred to see a Neurologist, urgently. Not that you would know it was urgent when you find out they can't give me an appointment until May! I mean, seriously?!
I've got something called Cerebral Atrophy, basically a section of my brain has shrunk, so now we have to figure out what has caused it and how to treat it, if it's even possible.
I've come to the conclusion that my brain is out to get me, as if being bipolar isn't enough, now I've got some (currently unknown) disease shrinking my brain.
All of this, including the fact that I haven't had a day where I've not been dizzy or in pain for the last month makes it pretty darn difficult to be positive, however, my Hubby reminded me this morning what I do have to be positive about:
- I don't have a brain tumour, which was the initial theory for my being ill
- I have a family and Husband who love and support me
- My GP actually gave enough of a crap to get tests done, no other doctor I've seen about these migraines in 20 years has bothered
- I've been given extra anti-depressants to try and keep the pits from swallowing me up, because I was most definitely heading in that direction a few weeks ago.
- My boss at work has been fantastic, telling me to work when I can and not feel under pressure to work if I'm not up to it.
- I've won a few competitions recently, which always cheers me up for a bit!
So, I'm going to try and get through the next three months without worrying too much, and hope every day that I get a call saying they can bring the referral appointment forward!
