Doctor on Thursday said no no
no returning to work until he says so, and I should just stop trying, honest to besty. Shawn of course supports this idea. He also said just to call the courthouse re:
Jury Duty and say I'm too unwell to go, if they want more info they can call him. Done.
Got a neurologist for July 7, which is actually on an "urgent" basis. Typical wait times to get to see one are between a year and 18 months. Counting my blessings here.
Family doc reckons I passed the stone in between the time at the hospital and the time I actually got my CT scan. It's entirely possible - I was in a world of pain and on heavy meds, I might not have even noticed passing one especially if it was small enough. Whatever. He checked my ears out again as well because Thursday (and today it's back) it felt like someone had stabbed me in the right ear with a sharp object and just kept poking and poking. And the ringing would go on and off. And the double vision was fun too. The not noticing that I'd burned my hand in the oven was a bit of a concern. But in the end it was "now we play the waiting game" and it's a damn good thing I am patient.
It's a difficult thing, putting aside my independent nature and allowing others to care for me. It is a frustrating thing to not be able to do everything I want to do and everything that needs to get done.
In spite of everything my spirits remain high. What the hell, right? I am alive and breath flows through my lungs and my heart still beats. I have clothes on my back, a roof over my head, a warm bed to sleep in, and more love and support than I could ever have imagined and much more than I am worth.