Paranoid
I'm about as paranoid as you can get these days. I just left the hospital Friday right? Well, right after I left I had this really bad headache. No big deal right? Okay, then Saturday I had a really bad headache in the same exact part of my head. That made me a little nervous and we decided to call my doctor and think about having tests done just in case. I mean, c'mon, I did fall three stories, a head injury is very possible. Then last night I had another really really bad headache, same spot AGAIN. I started getting panicky because it wouldn't go away. Mom decided to call the hospital to see what they suggested. That's when we discovered they gave us the wrong number for my doctor. Then we called the nurse's station and they were really rude, said when I was discharged they were finished with me, and refused to give Mom my doctor's number. So, at 12:30 we just got dressed and went to the emergency room here in Union. The nurse was really nice and understood why we came. The doctor acted like we were stupid. For some reason, every time I go to that hospital they act like we're stupid. But that's beside the point. He ended up doing a CAT scan which really wasn't that bad. Luckily the results come back a little while after the test and lo and behold, I'm fine. I'm so relieved. I mean, after my birthday last year when I knocked myself out on my desk and then the three story fall this year, my head is something to worry about! Mom feels the same way; neither of us wants me to turn out like Poppy! We feel like it's better to be safe than sorry at this point. So rest assured guys . . . no head injuries here!