Okay, so for a couple of months now, I’ve vaguely mentioned some health issues and tests and things, but I’ve never gotten into any specifics.
There were a few reasons for this, but the biggest one was, honestly, that I just didn’t want to speculate on what COULD be wrong with me until I know what IS wrong with me. And the best way for me to do that was to keep my head down, go forward with all of these exams and appointments and try not to think about it in between.
But now I have some answers and I don’t want to be a vaguebooker/vagueblogger anymore, so I’m going to share some of the rundown of what’s been going on with me. And, particularly, with my brain.
For YEARS, I have had this weird numbness/tingling in my hands and feet. It isn’t constant. It usually isn’t even that frequent. Well, except, of course, that my feel fall asleep every single time I go for a run. Which I basically stopped doing completely because it really sucks to try to run when you feel like your legs end at the ankles and go no further. My ankles also tend to swell a lot.
I’ve also been dealing with sleep problems like whoa. And they’ve been getting worse.
And then, in July, my mom and I had taken a short trip up to my grandparents’ house to do some work. On the way back, I got incredibly sharp, stabbing pains in my hands and feet. The pain was so bad I had to pull over and have my mom drive the rest of the way home.
That was when I knew it was time to go see my doctor.
I originally went in to see her believing that I might possibly be diabetic and wanting to have some blood work done. She talked with me about it for a bit and agreed to do the blood test, but didn’t think that was my issue. She didn’t say what she thought WAS my issue, but she was pretty convinced it wasn’t diabetes. (Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.)
While I was there, she also ordered a sleep study because she was pretty sure I had sleep apnea. I was positive I didn’t have that, but consented to the study anyway, because I figured they would finally find out what IS wrong with my sleep. (Spoiler alert: I DO have mild sleep apnea. Ugh.)
So I left that day with orders for some blood work and was told that they would call me when the authorization came through for the sleep study.
About two weeks later, I got a call from the doctor’s office to give me the information on how to schedule my sleep study. And then the nurse said, “I also have your other authorization, for the neurologist.”
For the what now?
I protested, explaining that the doctor had said NOTHING about sending me to a neurologist, but she just said that it was because of the numbness and pain in my hands and feet and that I shouldn’t worry too much about it.
So I scheduled the appointment and got in right away with a REALLY nice doctor. She went over all kinds of things with me, got an extensive look at my family medical history, which is pretty vague in the neurological stuff, and decided to send me for a couple of MRIs and an EMG, which is a nerve conduction study.
I had the MRIs and freaked out about the impending zombie apocalypse. And then, a week or so ago, I went in for the EMG. The doctor who conducted that particular test looked over my chart and asked, “So, when were you diagnosed with MS?”
I panicked because I have NEVER been diagnosed with MS and, even though I knew it was a possibility, I had completely dismissed it because the (many) MS symptoms I do have are really very mild. But now I was freaking out because I thought he had just blown the big reveal. When I told him that I hadn’t been, he backtracked and said it was just one of the things the other doctor was trying to rule out.
But, of course, I spent the next 9 days trying in vain to believe that it wasn’t really MS and also getting myself mentally prepared for what life might become if I DO have MS.
Then, yesterday, I finally had my follow up with the neurologist. And she happily reported that I do NOT have MS.
I can’t even describe the relief that flooded through me.
Unfortunately, she didn’t really have any answers for me. Everything came back completely normal. Completely.
She said my brain looks “totally normal,” which actually was a clue to me that their machine was probably faulty.
But yeah…no brain tumors, no weird protrusions in my neck, no signs of MS, no signs of anything that would explain the odd things that go on with me. So, pretty much, she figures that I have carpal tunnel coupled with a nerve that occasionally gets pinched somewhere in my spine.
The only way to know that for sure is to go in for a lumbar MRI.
I politely declined. For now.
So I’ll go back for a follow up in a couple of months, just to make absolutely sure that everything stays the way it’s supposed to. She’s also treating me for the migraines I get that I inherited from my mom and my grandpa.
Other than that? I’m the picture of brain health.
And I can’t tell you how happy I am to know that.