I didn't get an ounce of claustrophobia during my MRI. I'm beginning to wonder if my claustrophobia is not as real as I thought it was. If I can survive an MRI maybe I could survive crawling through a cave. And it's not that I have any intention of crawling through a cave, it's just that I have this recurring dream where I find myself having to crawl through a horrible cave to get to the top of a mountain. And every time I dream about this cave I wake up scared to death. But after this MRI, I say bring the cave on. I can handle it!
The MRI results show a normal, very healthy brain. I know some of you had your doubts. I guess we'll have to blame my bouts of forgetfulness and overall lack of smartness on genetics. Sorry Dad, I know you were hoping for another reason why I just don't understand algebra.
After a lengthy visit with an ENT (Ear, Nose, Throat Specialist) it was determined that I might, maybe, possibly, could potentially, just happen to have what is called Meniere's Disease. There is no conclusive diagnosis. There is no test to prove this disease. But some guy, whose last name happened to be Meniere, decided one day to lump a group of symptoms together and call it a disease. Symptoms include: dizziness, nausea, pressure in the inner ear, etc. According to the ENT I had the worst case scenario of all of the symptoms. (I never do anything half way.)
There is no treatment, there is no cure, there are no warning signs, there is nothing I can or can't do to avoid further episodes. Oh wait...there are two things: I could cut back on my caffeine intake, and I could reduce the amount of salt I eat. There is no proof that either suggestion really works, but they think they might. So if I don't drink caffeine, and I don't, except when I'm dizzy because the Coke syrup actually helps (interesting...) and I don't eat that much salt (well, my cousin says he's going to get rid of that salt lick I have in my office) I'm back at square one.
I love square one. I guess I'll just carry my anti-dizzy medicine with me all the time and hope that I can stop the dizziness before it turns into another "where the heck is my mop bucket" experience. I'm pretty sure that big brother and cousin hope the medicine helps as well. As for the salesman, I'm sure he's all, "Have I got a story for you! The other day I was making this sales call and ... "
Thank you all for your concern and love and laughs. I appreciate it, I really do!!!
And for those who are new to my blog, I promise there will be great stories next week that DON'T involve any buckets, pink, mop, or otherwise.
Have a great weekend!
PS. The ER doctor called me yesterday. He just wanted to make sure my eyes were okay. My eyes??? And he wanted to make sure I had been in to see an eye doctor. What was that about him not being George Clooney??? I would even take Archie Morris over this guy.