Why couldn’t I just have arranged the whole trip on my own? Just me, wearing my big girl pants (or skirt, usually) booking a flight, knowing I could hail a cab and get to the hotel on my own? Then, after the conference, get back to the airport and fly home. That is how all the other advocates do it. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
Category: Aneurysm
Bulbous Basilar Bolstering
The reason I’m going with such a cringe-worthy title for this post is because I want all these entries to be easily distinguishable as a “story,” or thread with a beginning and end and therefore similar titles. This is the end. This purpose of this piece is to celebrate the extreme, positively overwhelming support I…
Not Bulbous Basilar but “Partial Voluming Artifact”
I’m sorry. I guess that’s the first thing I want to say. I’m sorry for scaring everyone so much. I’m sorry for getting defensive about people saying I shouldn’t freak out yet because “it could be nothing.” Because apparently, it was, exactly, nothing. I have written and re-written this entry in my head several times….
Bulbous Basilar ~ Pre-Results
T minus approximately 30 minutes. John got home. I don’t want to get to the records office and have them tell me it’s not there yet. My heart is pounding. The butterflies have spread up into my chest and shoulders. John told me of something else he’d thought of that it could be: the white…
The MRA
I couldn’t sleep last night. I did a lot of writing here, and began binge watching Stranger Things 2. I had a whole little station set up for myself on the couch with comfort items, snacks, my phone, the controller and remote needed for TV. I sent a couple of emails to people I hadn’t…
Aneurysm~ Headstory
You know…. like instead of “backstory”? ha ha. My stressful week of appointments did not happen the way I thought it would. My insurance, Medical Mutual through John’s employment, kicked in on January 1 and so I had a lot of things scheduled right away, and they ended up being all in a row on…
In which, after reading Winnie the Pooh to Zo, the Blogger decides to defend Herself
So, some people, and I don’t blame them, think I may be jumping the gun about feeling so sure there actually is something on my artery. I imagine there are way more people than the two or three who have said it to me. They have said it in the nicest way possible, but like,…
Basilar Interlude
“Comfort Cart.” John said that would be a good name for a band. I don’t know about that, but it does sound… a little like the padded carriage that might carry you in cushioned bliss to the afterlife. While X was at her riding lesson I wandered around Kroger in a daze, idly picking things…
Bulbous Basilar
I have a possible small aneurysm. I am a writer, I write, and I found myself posting long emotional diatribes on social media, particularly Instagram. X is now on Instagram. Her friends are on Instagram, all my theatre kids whom I love like family, and I realized that I could be terrifying them and making…
