Neurologists = My Nightmare

Holy Fucking Shit.

So, to keep you all up to date with what is going on - some people know already.  I had some kind of fucked up seizure late Sunday night and had to be taken to the ER, lights a flashing.  

Side Note to Paramedics - When someone presents with seizure symptoms and their husband tells you this, PLEASE TURN OFF THE FLASHING STROBE LIGHTS ON THE AMBULANCE until you get them inside.

Second Side Note to Paramedics - You guys were great and when I start feeling better, I am sending you a love basket.

Actually, I had two of them at my house and another one in the emergency room.  

Note to SHITTY ASS HOSPITAL where I never want to go again - it would be a good idea if your IV tubing matched that of the ambulance, so you didn't have to rip my arm open trying to change out the tubing.

Here are some neat things about my trip to the hospital:

1.  After having a third seizure while I was there, they put bumper pads up on my bed.  Next stop = fully padded room.

2.  I had an allergic reaction to Dilantin.  Why oh why would the doctor then prescribe it for me?  Fucking idiot.

3.  During allergic reaction, the nurse attempted to control me so she could drug my ass up....

the following occurred:

- I sat straight up in the bed and screamed at her "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ALL ABOUT"

- She then told me that "We don't use that kind of language here"

- I then said "FUCK IT I DON'T GIVE A SHIT"

- I then passed out from all of the drugs

4.  Best part ever - my husband said to me "This is going to make a great story for your blog"

Ha, fucking, ha.  He has come over to the dark side.

So, I have been drugged out of my mind on and off since Monday.  My dad is flying up to Ohio to take me to my neurologist appointment - my doctor does not like this guy, but he was the only one who could see me this week.

I am VERY nervous.  I thought I had this shit under control, but apparently... not so much.

So, I am very behind at work.  I am worried about losing my new job and I don't know what is happening to me.  Scary shit all around.

At least I can keep my sense of humor.  If I can tell a nurse to fuck off, there is hope left yet.

So this afternoon, I go see Dr. Doom and then we will see what happens.  From my GP's perspective, she thinks that they will order and EEG to check my brain.  Like we all don't already know I am fucked up in the head.

Just to show you how messed up I have been, here is the transcript of the texts that I sent to my boss Monday about 4 hours after I got home from the ER:

I was in the er last nigh

Didn't get n

Back top laws

Until late    sorry bout that

I'll be online in avojo

What.  The.  Fuck.

Drugged to the gills.

Anyway, don't tell anyone, but I am a little freaked out.  One, this neurologist does not have the best reputation and two I fucking hate doctors.  The only exception being my family doctor who is the shit.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

It could always be worse.