I. . . don't think it works like that! They can't shoot your whole face full of BoTox, I don't think. They're going for getting your eye to stop twitching, and mostly what's driving me crazy is my *lip* twitching. The eye twitch is not fun, but the lip quivering and the sensation of drooling when I'm trying to lecture has got to go. At least it's not really painful. It's just maddening.
I didn't honestly think it was a brain tumor or anything like that. I was just thrown for a loop by the idea of a "swollen" blood vessel and trying to figure out what twitch + dizziness + headache was. Who knows, they might want to run a few more tests, and the doctor wants me to follow up with another MRI in six months, but I am about 90% sure he nailed it. I'm really aggravated by the neurologist saying stuff about "avoid high altitudes" and making it sound as though my head might explode if I traveled. He set off a whole lot of unnecessary worry and unhappiness. What a DICK.
What's really confusing is that when I called my insurance company, they could not figure out why my medical group insisted on using that neuro, who is supposedly not in that medical group, or on sending me to that particular neurosurgeon, who isn't in that medical group either. The ways of HMOs are exceeding strange. I'm glad I rode them about seeing a neurosurgeon who does brains and not spines, though! Now fingers crossed I can see the neurosurgeon he mentioned, cause he really does know what he's doing with these.
Heh, I never think I can walk it off. I'm a hypochondriac. Which honestly isn't all that funny, because you drive yourself crazy wondering whether you're actually having a symptom, or if you're imagining it, or if you're actually having it AND imagining it, and if it's important this time, and if you ignore it, will this be the ONE TIME it was a problem. . . agh, it's awful. It's like a whole problem in itself. My grandma spent a lot of time hovering over me and worrying that I was sick when I was a kid, so it's confused me for life about this stuff. Plus my parents *have* waved their hands and decided it was nothing or that I just wasn't eating enough healthful vegetables, and I'm kind of underwhelmed by that after having landed in the hospital with internal bleeding from pneumonia and pancreatitis. In other words, sometimes what you don't know really can kill you. And that's a killer to think about.
I didn't honestly think it was a brain tumor or anything like that. I was just thrown for a loop by the idea of a "swollen" blood vessel and trying to figure out what twitch + dizziness + headache was. Who knows, they might want to run a few more tests, and the doctor wants me to follow up with another MRI in six months, but I am about 90% sure he nailed it. I'm really aggravated by the neurologist saying stuff about "avoid high altitudes" and making it sound as though my head might explode if I traveled. He set off a whole lot of unnecessary worry and unhappiness. What a DICK.
What's really confusing is that when I called my insurance company, they could not figure out why my medical group insisted on using that neuro, who is supposedly not in that medical group, or on sending me to that particular neurosurgeon, who isn't in that medical group either. The ways of HMOs are exceeding strange. I'm glad I rode them about seeing a neurosurgeon who does brains and not spines, though! Now fingers crossed I can see the neurosurgeon he mentioned, cause he really does know what he's doing with these.
Heh, I never think I can walk it off. I'm a hypochondriac. Which honestly isn't all that funny, because you drive yourself crazy wondering whether you're actually having a symptom, or if you're imagining it, or if you're actually having it AND imagining it, and if it's important this time, and if you ignore it, will this be the ONE TIME it was a problem. . . agh, it's awful. It's like a whole problem in itself. My grandma spent a lot of time hovering over me and worrying that I was sick when I was a kid, so it's confused me for life about this stuff. Plus my parents *have* waved their hands and decided it was nothing or that I just wasn't eating enough healthful vegetables, and I'm kind of underwhelmed by that after having landed in the hospital with internal bleeding from pneumonia and pancreatitis. In other words, sometimes what you don't know really can kill you. And that's a killer to think about.
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