Life as a lupie is never dull, and just when I think I have been through it all, something new comes along.
I have recently moved from Denver to Philadelphia, and am in the process of changing over my doctors. If you have ever gone through this before, you know that no matter how many previous records you bring, a new doctor will insist on performing diagnostic tests themselves. My new nuero is no exception.
This week, I am having a three day EEG, to see if I am having seizures. I have never had seizures, never complained of them, but it's a test that has not been performed yet, and I think he was stretching to find something new. :huh:
On Tuesday, I went into a lab to have electrodes glued to my head, and two to my upper back. After this process, the technician took all of my long hair, pulled it straight up with the leads from the electrodes, and wrapped it all in gauze. I do not exaggerate - I am now a Conehead! :hehe:
All the leads hook into a primary wire, which is connected to a portable recorder that hangs from my waist in a fanny pack. I also have a small video device that plugs into the recorder to video tape me while I sleep. Oh joy - a visual record of this - yikes!
I am not allowed to bathe or shower - sponge bath only. So not only do I look ridiculous, I smell too! :smirk: My dignity is in shambles on the floor. I wrapped a pretty scarf around the contraption, but it just accentuates how weird I look.
The only good thing coming out of this is my husband is out of town this week on a business conference! If he saw me like this, I would never live it down! But alas, we live in a high rise apartment now, and someone (me, Mrs. Conehead) has to walk the dog! I'm sure the front desk staff are wondering why I sneak out the side door and go skulking around. :ashamed:
I get this gastly thing off tomorrow morning, thank goodness, but still one more day to endure. I refuse to go anywhere looking like this, so one more day of self imposed shut in. I sure hope this doctor gets what he is looking for, because I'm not going to suffer this indignity again! Did I mention I am flaring?
Mepps, mepps, I'm going to consume mass quanties... (from Saturday Night Live, for all you youngsters) :lol:
I have recently moved from Denver to Philadelphia, and am in the process of changing over my doctors. If you have ever gone through this before, you know that no matter how many previous records you bring, a new doctor will insist on performing diagnostic tests themselves. My new nuero is no exception.
This week, I am having a three day EEG, to see if I am having seizures. I have never had seizures, never complained of them, but it's a test that has not been performed yet, and I think he was stretching to find something new. :huh:
On Tuesday, I went into a lab to have electrodes glued to my head, and two to my upper back. After this process, the technician took all of my long hair, pulled it straight up with the leads from the electrodes, and wrapped it all in gauze. I do not exaggerate - I am now a Conehead! :hehe:
All the leads hook into a primary wire, which is connected to a portable recorder that hangs from my waist in a fanny pack. I also have a small video device that plugs into the recorder to video tape me while I sleep. Oh joy - a visual record of this - yikes!
I am not allowed to bathe or shower - sponge bath only. So not only do I look ridiculous, I smell too! :smirk: My dignity is in shambles on the floor. I wrapped a pretty scarf around the contraption, but it just accentuates how weird I look.
The only good thing coming out of this is my husband is out of town this week on a business conference! If he saw me like this, I would never live it down! But alas, we live in a high rise apartment now, and someone (me, Mrs. Conehead) has to walk the dog! I'm sure the front desk staff are wondering why I sneak out the side door and go skulking around. :ashamed:
I get this gastly thing off tomorrow morning, thank goodness, but still one more day to endure. I refuse to go anywhere looking like this, so one more day of self imposed shut in. I sure hope this doctor gets what he is looking for, because I'm not going to suffer this indignity again! Did I mention I am flaring?
Mepps, mepps, I'm going to consume mass quanties... (from Saturday Night Live, for all you youngsters) :lol: