I'm not dead! wait...let me back track to
I am pretty sure I had a concussion yesterday. At work I was pulling down some old clematis vines on a pergola, and a large rotted finial came crashing down on my head. It was solid wood 4x4, about 10 inches tall. not fun. No blood, no lost time. I didn't black out. But early on, my pupils didn't dilate, and I was dizzy. Thank goodness J is training to be a nurse. He chastised me for not going to the hospital (I wonder if *he* would have!). I stayed up for about 10 hours (supposed to be 12...) I woke up several times on my own and spoke out loud. I woke up mildly dizzy.
I had a doctors appointment today for a follow up on previous test for abdominal pain a month ago. An aside to that, was that my platelets are low. Not in the danger zone (lower than 100 is danger, a month ago I was at 118), but enough of a concern especially that combined with a flipping concussion! oi. I'm staying home today. Not on doctors orders, but because I feel like it. Heh. I decided I deserved a day off due to concussion, as if I haven't been off for the last 4 months! My head and neck *are* killing me, and my doc. recommended I didn't take anything *because* my platelets are low and with my concussion it's not great in case something gets worse.
The abdominal pain a month ago was due to ovarian cysts! or, one bursting anyway. I didn't put that in the bad (or good ha ha) because they are common and not dangerous for someone my age. And It's a bit of a relief because it hurt *so* much I thought my intestines where going to burst. She said it won't effect Project MakeBaby. I'm going to do a little more research, because I'm feeling it a little again today...(before she told me!) I wonder if cysts happen at ovulation due to hormones. I also wonder if this hasn't been the cause of my pain all along. I have been diagnosed with IBS, and my BMs would concur with that. I've always had tummy troubles, especially in regards to my stress levels/moods. But the *pain*. I wonder if the few ultrasounds I've had have missed them. My old doctor didn't even suggest that it's what they could be (even though a couple friends and my MIL have!).
back to The Good:
I'm alive, even though my head hurts.
It turns out my head *did* get cut! I was feeling my lump and I have a scab. I guess my platelets aren't too low, and the cut wasn't too big. I really should have gone to the hospital. oh well.