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Back from the E.R.

Too exhausted to write much, but the CAT scan came back clear. No tumors. Hydrocodone definitely dulls his pain but he’s totally stoned at the same time, so it’s not much of a solution. Good news is, going to the ER got him some sort of emergency referral to Dr. Black, the headache neurologist who’s “booked up” until 2008. Going to call him tomorrow and see when he can see Doc. Had good experiences at the hospital. Doc felt like this time (his 4th time in the ER for headaches, the other 3 were before I met him) people were taking him seriously and not just saying “you have a headache, take some tylenol” and sending him home. Doctors seemed concerned, wanted CAT scan done. Several different people asked him who his neurologist was and seemed surprised that he didn’t have one, so rather than a “do you want to see a neurologist about your problem?” attitude, it was more like “um, sir, someone in your condition NEEDS to be seeing a neurologist.” That was definitely a positive experience for him. The nurse who gave Doc the pain shot and who checked us out at the end was so nice and so concerned about him, she seemed very sincere and caring. I didn’t get her name. When we initially got to the hospital and had to park a few blocks from the ER in the only parking we could find, a hospital worker pulled alongside us in his truck and offered us a ride up to the ER, which we took. VERY good hospital experiences this time. Of course, we haven’t yet gotten the bill.

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A little broken.

Tonight it got to me a little. I was doing okay today, mostly, until just now. I went to work, talked to Doc a couple times about the headache stuff (and he’s having a really bad day, which is emotionally stressful for us both), we went to see our new financial guy who is going to make it so we don’t have to expend frustrated brain power on our investment strategies, and then I promised Doc I’d cook spaghetti tonight when we got home. After fighting traffic across town at 5, we talked on the phone to Dr. Aronoff’s nurse, who told us that the options were to take a different painkiller or, if it was worrying Doc, to go to the ER. Can someone please tell me exactly how WE are supposed to know if we should be worried? Isn’t that what the doctor is supposed to use his years of medical training to determine?! I think an eleven day long headache is pretty fucking worrisome, but for a doctor to tell us to go to the ER to get a brain scan if WE think it’s something to worry about… I just don’t understand that reasoning. Anyway, that was extremely frustrating, and then I had a conference call with Arushi and the book author about the book cover designs (which went well, by the way), and after spending another hour searching fruitlessly for the perfect stock photography image that the client wants for the book cover, I realized that I was just Completely. Out. Of. Energy. And when I told Doc that I didn’t think I could follow through on my promise to make spaghetti for dinner, I broke down and started crying. And then Arushi read my previous blog post and called to check on me, and […]

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Reached the breaking point.

I’m extremely worried about Doc. He’s had a rather intense headache (not sure if it’s cluster, he says it’s on the wrong side and feels more like a migraine with light sensitivity and all that) for eleven days straight with no break. For the past couple of days it was slowly getting less intense, but as of yesterday it’s getting worse again. Last night he came to bed at 3:30 a.m. and, as he said, barely felt human. He was whimpering in pain, he couldn’t go completely to sleep yet he couldn’t stay completely awake. I could barely understand his speech. I’m worried that something has happened, physically, in his brain. I don’t know what exactly, but I think someone needs to take some scans or something to see if they can figure out what’s going on. In addition to the 24-hours-a-day pain, he’s been experiencing double vision and light sensitivity. The thought that something might be growing/breaking/bursting in there is freaking me right the fuck out. His doctor was out of town last week and his office called in a prescription for him, which of course did almost nothing, and certainly didn’t treat the CAUSE of the headaches, whatever it may be. It was basically just Tylenol with barbituates, so it dulled the pain a little but made him feel “stupid” and zombie like. His sleep doctor recommended he call a local neurologist, who turned out to be Stuart Black, a world renowned headache specialist. Of course, Dr. Black doesn’t have any appointments until August 2008 (yes, that is a year from now) and the other doctor in his practice is booked up for the next 3 weeks. What is a person who is in acute chronic pain like this supposed to do in the meantime? What if something […]

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Finding an all-night drugstore isn’t easy

Last night Doc and I spent nearly an hour driving around after midnight attempting to find a drugstore that was still open. We were looking for some sort of over-the-counter medication for his raging migraine headache. Yes, he’s now getting migraines in addition to clusters, sometimes at the same time. It’s unbelievably sucky. Seriously, can the man be in any more pain? Pain piled on top of pain on top of pain. I would not let him drive himself around at the level of hurting he was at, so I pulled on some pants and my glasses and hopped in the driver’s seat. We went to six places before we found one that was open (note to self: Remember, CVS at Walnut Hill and 75 is open 24 hours). Next task: to find out if Excedrin really IS “the headache medicine.”

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Roadtrip Day 6: Seattle

Not a whole lot to report for today. We came out to my Uncle John’s house this morning and hung out here all day, talking, having cheese and diet Pepsi on their patio, running errands. Brittney calls him “the flip off uncle” because I have a photo of me and my brothers and my mom and him on the sofa in my house on the night before my wedding, and he has a huge grin on his face and he’s flipping off the camera. Late afternoon I took Tilly and went running up and down the HUGE hill on the main road near their house. We didn’t go very far, partly because there was not much of a shoulder to the road and I was afraid she would get into the street, but mostly because I don’t do 20% grades very well. Texas is FLAT and that’s what I’m used to! This evening my cousin John Evan and his wife and kids came for dinner, along with family friend Yasuko, whose kids my mom used to babysit for in the early 1960s. The Richardson kids seemed to get all the energy in the family while the McCormack kids are much calmer. It took a lot out of me, to be “on” for that long. John seems a lot calmer than he used to; not as much angry energy. I think being a dad has helped him a lot. Tomorrow we go back to the property in Sequim for Mom to meet with the plumber. She was hoping that would happen today but he needed to meet tomorrow instead. Hopefully we will also be able to take Tilly to the beach to play in the water. I know I’ve only been gone six days, but I feel a little homesick for […]

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Breathing is a good thing

Doc had a sleep study performed last week. He went to a sleep clinic, got hooked up to a bunch of equipment (“all my tubes and wires!”), and did his best to have a crappy night’s sleep, as is the norm for him. Turns out that he stops breathing an average of 34 times per hour. Also, he rarely enters REM sleep. So now he has this nifty machine called a CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) that gives him a constant stream of air that helps keep his nose and throat open while he sleeps. It’s pretty small and quiet (I can barely hear it) and he no longer snores. Wednesday morning I got out of the shower and found him awake, cleaning the bathroom sink, singing. Had they replaced my regular husband with Folger’s Crystals?! He remembered the dreams he’d had, which rarely happens, and he said he felt, and I quote, “pretty good,” which I don’t believe I have ever heard him say upon awakening. I have great expectations and high hopes for this treatment. I know it’s going to take a while for him to recover from years of exhaustion and sleep deprivation, but it’s looking good so far. And there’s no telling what kind of impact that it may have on other areas of his life. I text messaged him the other day with a CPAP smiley: :@)—[]

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