Scan Complete

I’m home and punching in to work. My CT scan is complete. All appears to be well. I read the Radiologist’s report and even though it’s sort of like trying to read ancient Greek, from what I gather it agrees with the second MRI in that whatever that thing in the middle of my brain is, it’s not anything to worry about. Sigh of releif.

To celebrate, here’s Lily.


CT Scan

I’ve never had a CT scan before. I never had an MRI either prior to last month. I guess we’ll get to check both of them off the bucket list after this morning. A CT scan of my brain. About an hour and a quarter from now.

I know it’s safe and harmless but… I’m kinda nervous. I guess I’m just a chicken. A big wuss of a chicken.

Wish me and my defective brain luck? Or don’t, it’s okay. I’ll be fine. It’s just a souped up x-ray after all. Safe and harmless. Stop being a chicken, chicken. It’s only your brain, after all.

More Imaging to Come

The spot in my brain MRI is probably just a cluster of blood cells. It doesn’t look like a cancerous tumor but we will need more imaging to know for sure. I’m going to have an MRI with contrast and a CT scan at some point in the near future. I’m just waiting for my health insurance to approve the orders. I’ll also need to do follow ups in the future to make sure the spot isn’t growing.

The diagnosis also includes that this likely has nothing to do with the migraines. That means I have to meet with the neurologist at some point in the near future too. The whole point of this was figuring out the migraines after all.

So now you all can look forward to more boring, obnoxious posts about my teeny tiny little brain. Fun fun fun, kiddies.

All is Well So Far

It’s 7:43am. My exercise goal has been nearly doubled. My calorie goal is almost reached. My liquid goal is at 50%. My protein goal is at a smidge over 25%. No stomach issues so far. Also, much less importantly, I am up to date on season two of Yellowjackets. As with the previous 13 episodes, I need to ask: WTF???

I have a doctors appointment this morning. I had that MRI on Easter Sunday (I posted about it once or 100 times) and there’s something in the image that requires some investigating. The radiologist and my primary care physician both expect that it’s nuttin, honey, but I’m going to see a neurosurgeon today to get another opinion.

Am I nervous? No. Not at all. I won’t be unless this doc gives me something to be nervous about, but I’m confident that he or she won’t. I’m hoping we might get a hint on how to stop the migraines. That would be nice, right?

Anyway, I gotta go feed the cats and get ready for my appointment. Here’s hoping that all continues to go well today, both in my tiny little brain and in my tiny little redesigned stomach. Wish me luck!

Oh yeah, and even though it’s Friday and not Wednesday I stepped on the scale this morning. I figured it was worth a shot given that I barely ate anything last night. 209.8. Back under 210 Can I stay there for a while? Not likely.