Another Day in Paradise

It's a bad sign when they won't talk to you on the phone.

Go ahead and play the song, you will enjoy it! And it will be the perfect background music to my update. I promise.

Monday
I ended up getting very ill from the MRI contrast. It was a very long night.

Tuesday
I over did. It makes me mad over how much I didn't accomplish, but still managed to push my self over the edge. Willie helped. In reality I let him. And he staying with us for a few days to be closer to his work.
What's on the other side of over the edge?
A grand mall migraine complete with puking.
And the timing was poetic.

Wednesday
I wake up after another very long night. I've missed a couple of doses of all of my meds. I'm weak as a kitten, white as a ghost, and ready to face my first day back to work at Target. Yes, you read that correctly. I was making my triumphant comeback.
I had to do a lot of bargaining with my doctors and I am allowed to work one day a week for 4-6 hours. I bargained them up from 2 hours a week. They bargained me down from 3 half days.
The first thing I needed to do was shower. Get some color in my cheeks and imagined puke out of my hair. I walk into the bathroom and hear the shower start in the next room. Can't shower at the same time. His shower captivates the majority of the hot water.
Willie - 2 , Mom - 0
I wash my face, brush my teeth, and flush the toilet for good measure. I like listening to the screams from the other bathroom.
Willie - 2, Mom - 1
I use my cosmetology skills to look good, feel better and hide my illness. I don my red and khaki colors of honor.
By the time I get to my office, I'm ready to go home. I'm tired. I end up spending six hours on my first day. My brain hurts. I go home over spent with another mounting migraine. I spend the evening in darkness and sleep steals me from the pain.
I woke up in bed this afternoon with no clue of how I got there. I've missed a couple of more doses of meds.

Thursday
I am dizzy today. (I hear my brothers chuckling) My head still hurts.
The last thing I remember is talking to Ashley around 5:30pm. I awake/return to consciousness around 8:30pm. I'm cold, in pain and sprawled out in a strange position. It appears I was getting up and passed out. The loveseat broke my fall. The good news is my head feels better. And I missed another dose of my meds.
In afterthought, I'm not going to worry about the dizziness and fainting until I am taking my meds correctly. I know the hard way what loss of a needed drug can do to me. If it still continues when I am correctly taking everything, then it is time to alert the doctors.

I have saved the best for last.
I had a message yesterday to get hold of my foot specialist. He needs to meet with me concerning my MRI results.
It's a bad sign when they won't talk to you on the phone.

This is the topper to a very hard week. I know I am facing another surgery; that will likely involve the word tumor. And hopefully the word benign.
The worse part in my head - Dear God, I really, really, don't want to be cut again.

This is not my best week.