Head stuff
Mar. 3rd, 2009 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nirix5Long story short: the headaches never went away. They just got weirder. But! Lo and behold! I discover that I have insurance. I knew I had it before, it's required if you live in the dorms, but I thought it just covered the school's ass if I fell on the steps and broke my leg, that sort of thing. I moved off campus this semester, and I figured that when I canceled my housing they'd cancel my insurance. Wrong-o. So I go to get it canceled and they guy is like, "Are you sure you want to do that?" Well dur, I was about to say. Then I stopped. "What am I actually covered for?" I asked him.
Liek everything omg.
I kept the insurance and made an appointment to see the doctor yesterday. He didn't give me a prescription for nose spray and tell me I had a cold! He sent me for a CT scan and set me up an appointment with a neurologist. I'm hoping I can finally figure out what's going on; if I can't stop the headaches, I want to at least know what it is I'm dealing with.
(I CAN SEE MY BRAIN FROM HERE. BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS.)
More on this later, obviously. Haven't got the report on the scan back and it's not the 17th yet. However, here lies a problem. The 17th is St. Patrick's Day. My appt. is at 9:30 am. I am totally going to have to rearrange my drinking schedule.
Or maybe just show up drunk?
"BITCH IS HAVIN' A STROKE!!!"
"No, bitch had one too many Irish coffees."
J went with me and kept me sane. Which was awesome because I'm still a big baby when it comes to doctors. Hate them. Heart him. Probably the only doctor I'll ever trust.
.
Liek everything omg.
I kept the insurance and made an appointment to see the doctor yesterday. He didn't give me a prescription for nose spray and tell me I had a cold! He sent me for a CT scan and set me up an appointment with a neurologist. I'm hoping I can finally figure out what's going on; if I can't stop the headaches, I want to at least know what it is I'm dealing with.
(I CAN SEE MY BRAIN FROM HERE. BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS.)
More on this later, obviously. Haven't got the report on the scan back and it's not the 17th yet. However, here lies a problem. The 17th is St. Patrick's Day. My appt. is at 9:30 am. I am totally going to have to rearrange my drinking schedule.
Or maybe just show up drunk?
"BITCH IS HAVIN' A STROKE!!!"
"No, bitch had one too many Irish coffees."
J went with me and kept me sane. Which was awesome because I'm still a big baby when it comes to doctors. Hate them. Heart him. Probably the only doctor I'll ever trust.
.
