Strange things are afoot in the EP.
Item one: I started shaking on Thursday evening during a movie. A nice, relaxing movie.
Item two: I have not stopped shaking ever since.
Not like little tremors. Like I am a complete goon who is fully-palsying. In my torso, legs, and hands. And my back. And my feet. And my toes.
So I went to the Doctor today, and they ran me through all sorts of silly tests to determine if I had brain damage.
I do not.
So they took a kajillion vials of blood to run tests. As a side note, it is difficult to hold still while donating blood if your entire body is shaking. But I am a trooper, you know.
Item three: It is snowing. Remember on Saturday, how it was in the eighties? Not any more!
Item four: They gave me some anti-seizure medication. Still shaking.
Item five: It was so bad that all of these old veterans with tubes in their noses kept trying to give me their seats at the hospital. I declined. Because I feel just fine. But man, are my muscles sore from the shaking. Man.
To sum up: Not brain damaged. Shaking. Legs can do reflex hammer test AND shake at the same time. Old people pity me. Snowing in EP.
Here's to hoping Dr. House has an enlightening episode this week...Maybe I have a secret pregnancy in my nervous cord, or my cloits are septic or I need some transfusifications. Or maybe it is my twin.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
It all Started After I Ate the Cauliflower. Coincidence?
Labels: I am not cool, North Mexico, Sick
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It's either the shock of the cauliflower ... or it IS a twin erupting to the surface. Keep an eye out for any new lumps!
But seriously - you poor thing! Sending get well vibes your way.
PS - you should totally sue that Seinfeld chick! ;P
Congrats on the Vegas house! Are there any cauliflower avoidance specialists out there? Maybe I can get a referral...
i'm seriously praying it's your twin. because then you would need a bibopsy.
it is too bad greg isn't real. because i dearly love him. and his diagnoses.
keep me in the know. i'm concerned.
This is like watching House!
(hope they figure it out.)
It sounds kinda bad....
(I'm sure the vicodin would help)
Are you sure not just cold?
(check your nipples)
Did they give you klonapin for the shaking?
I'm kinda worried...
You know I TOTALLY just checked my nipples. No raisins being smuggled.
How is it possible to be so worried and so amused at the exact same time?
Please get better (I ask this for purely selfish reasons--I don't need any more worry but I definitely need to be more amused).
Since we're on the subject of House though, I've been wanting all week to say this out loud to Dr. Foreman: "Don't be an idiot!"
Too late, I know. But still...
Maybe - you just need to clean your colon. Just trying to be helpful.
Oh, my colon is CLEAN. You could eat off of it.
And my floor. But I won't.
Oh, and KK, if I get a bibopsy, I am flying you out to make sure that they don't pickle her and put her in a jar.
good plan.
i will be strong for you!
and my word verif is probably your diagnosis
urvircha
sounds viral and south american
maybe all those trips south of the border?
Honestly, I don't know what to say.
I am worried about you, but then reading all of this makes me laugh...it's all very odd, in a concerning, but funny sort of way?!
And, my word verification thingie is cootie....maybe you have cooties, from the cauliflower of course?
Time to get a new body.
Hope you feel better soon...restless body symptom?
Or... maybe W needs to come home for a special V-day rendezvous.
I feel bad laughing. But, I guess your laughing too.
Seriously, though. Get better. Keep us updated.
Best of luck, and I hope it is something simple.
Hey at least you're getting a 24-7 muscle work out, that's way better than a gym membership!
seriously though, we're praying for you.
Oh man, that's not cool. Do you have any idea of what it is yet? If you can find your way to UT we'll take care of you and the Jooj too!
I hope it goes away. For the time being, at least, you could repaint your bathroom. Shaking the paint can wouldn't be a problem...
Sister P, I like the way you think.
Thank you. I do my best thinking in the bathroom.
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