Wednesday, January 21, 2009

In Which I Get Stitches

Yesterday, I got it into my head that I wanted to build a small bookshelf for the top of my dresser. I had all that I needed to build it: a couple of 2x4's, a hand saw, some screws, and a cordless drill. I knew that this wasn't going to be a wood shop masterpiece, and as I was taking measurements I dubbed it a White Trash bookshelf. 

I was just about done cutting all the pieces when my hand slipped and brushed against the blade of the saw. I didn't even realize I had cut myself until I felt something running down my hand. It was bleeding at a pretty good rate, and with nothing to stop the bleeding immediately at hand, I stuck my finger in my mouth and ran inside. 

I got the bleeding to stop after five minutes or so, and cleaned it out as best I could with peroxide and hot water. I knew I was out of date for my tetanus shot, and I suspected I might need a stitch or two for the cut, so I called my doctors office to let them know I was coming in.

45 minutes later, I walked out of my doctors office with a sore arm from the tetanus shot and two stitches in my finger. It was an exciting afternoon to say the least. I wont post any pictures, because the wound isn't very pleasant to look at.

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By this time tomorrow morning, I will be en route to the bus terminal to make the trip down to Boston for an appointment with my neurologist. I want to thank all of those who responded to my plea for help a couple of weeks ago. Your donations helped make this visit to Boston for my appointment possible, and for that I am very grateful.

As with each time I make this medical pilgrimage, I’m not really sure what to expect for an outcome from this appointment. I hope to be one step closer towards a diagnosis, but I know that there is too much speculation at this point for that to be all but a speck on the horizon. It took my mother (who has the same neurological problems as I do) nine years to get her diagnosis. I don’t expect it to be that long for me. At least I hope so.

The worst part about all of this is not knowing what it is. If it was Multiple Sclerosis or Epilepsy or even the brain tumor they’ve speculated about, at least I’d know what it is. I would accept a diagnosis of cancer at this point, if just to finally know what all of this is. It is unbelievably frustrating for me, and for my doctor I’m sure, to go to these appointments being hopeful for an answer but walking away feeling just as confused and lost. This experience has been like, and pardon my use of the cliché, a never-ending roller coaster... One that straps you in and doesn’t let you off, throwing you for loop after loop of high-rising emotions and anxiety, loneliness and questioning, depression and fear.

While I know I won’t get a diagnosis this time around, I know that I can at least expect to get some more information. There will be some comparing of the MRI scans of myself, my mother, and my younger sister, to see if there are any similarities between all three. We know already that both my mother and I have Grey Matter Heterotopia in the same region of the brain, but it is unknown if my younger sister, who has petite-mal seizures, has it, too. In addition to that, I hope to talk about the sleep study I had done in September. If I can’t get a definitive answer, I’ll take as much information as I can get.

Tomorrow is sure to be a long day, but at least the weather looks like it will be decent. I’ll be back on Friday with a post detailing the information gained at this appointment, and possibly some pictures of The Boss’ cat Liam, who is scheduled to be neutered on Friday.

As always, I’ll be updating via Twitter as much as I can, and you can send short messages to my cell phone by e-mailing me at badassgeek(at)vtext(dot)com.

See you on Friday!

19 Comments:

Daddy Files said...

Good luck. Keep us updated.

areason2write said...

Badass - good luck - many prayers and good blessings are coming your way! But seriously, be careful not to clutz yourself away before your appt. 8-)

Lola said...

I bet that shot hurt worse than the cut. Tetanus shots are EVIL!

Good luck with the appointments.

Kat said...

Hope you get some of the answers you are looking for. Stay safe.

Tony said...

as you probably know I'm not really a religious person, but I'll say a little prayer for you. I hope you find the answers you're looking for too and that in the end it all turns out well for you. Take care man.

Cape Cod Gal said...

Good luck sweetie!!! Did you get the shot in the butt?? Photos of that please!!!

Miss Grace said...

Ouch.

Heather said...

Now you've done it, I'm going to have to post the story about my dad and the chainsaw. Bwahahaha.

Glad you were able to go, and it sounds like the MRI comparison might at least give a little more insight into the situation. I'm just sorry you have to continue to suffer from it. Good luck.

Jen W said...

Sending good wishes your way for progress toward a diagnosis!

Badass Geek said...

Daddy Files: I will be sure to.

A Reason 2 Write: I'll be very careful, I promise.

Lola: The area where I got the shot is fucking sore as hell today. My finger? Not so much.

Kat: Thanks, I will.

Tony: Every little bit helps. Thanks, dude.

Cape Cod Gal: No, no pictures of my butt this time around. I got the shot in my shoulder.

Miss Grace: Yes. Ouch.

Heather: Now that sounds like a good story.

Jen W: Thank you!

MIT Mommy said...

Good luck!! I'm anxious to hear whatever it is you find out.

MadWoman said...

Good luck! I hope you start getting some answers soon.

Try not to cut yourself anymore eh?

x said...

Fingers crossed for you. Stitchless fingers, to be precise.

gingermagnolia said...

Yowch! Good luck, and I wish you a safe trip tomorrow.

Moonspun said...

Shots suck! Sorry about your boo-boo finger!
Just two stitches? Ha! I had 13 in my heel not so long ago... :-)
Wait, what part of Liam will we be seeing before the neutering???
Lastly, ~hugs~ for a safe trip to and from Beantown. I'll be thinking of you!!!

Sus said...

Good luck with your appointment. Please let us know how it goes.

I have had stitches a total of nine times. It has become so common place that I don't even call up Jeremy to tell him I am going to the hospital to get them. He just shows up at home and sees me sitting there all bandaged up and then gets mad that I didn't call him to tell him the news. Haha.

Employee No. 3699 said...

You're in my thoughts and prayers.

On another note, I'm dissapointed that there will be no pictures of your butt.

Badass Geek said...

MIT Mommy: I'll be writing about it soon.

MadWoman: I'll try my hardest, but I promise nothing.

X: Thank you.

Ginger Magnolia: Thank you. It was a safe trip.

Moonspun: Shots do suck. It made my entire arm sore as hell.

Sus: I guess it's a wonder that this is the first time I've had stitches.

Employee No 3699: Maybe, if I get drunk some night, I'll post some butt pictures.

splodge said...

Peroxide? On an open wound? You must have nerves of steel! I'd have used cold water plus an application of nappy rash cream for its' antiseptic healing abilities.

I'm late and have glanced at the next post - I'm excited to read it as I think you have diagnosis.....

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