Well, we just had a very busy day of shuffling between waiting rooms. Thank goodness I took a deck of cards with us. We played the dog out of some Gin Rummy.
Early this morning we met with the neurologist who is the "lead" on my case. He sorted through all of the films and reports we brought with us and took a thorough history. Then he did a fairly extensive neurological exam, and, yep, then he set up a barrage of additional tests to be done. And not many of them neurology related. Apparently, from a head standpoint, I look pretty "pristine". (I took that as a compliment.)
My balance issues definitely seem to be stemming from something else. ...But then we knew that before we drove eleven hours. It's the "something" that we can't identify - that's playing Hide-and-Seek in my body. (And it's significantly better at hiding than Sophs, I might add, who stands in the middle of an open room with her eyes closed and yells, "Hey! Can you find ME??")
I knew it was going to happen - more testing. I guess the insane part of me was hoping the geniuses here would just look at me and go, "HARK! You have blankety blank. ...And here's the ridiculously easy way we're going to fix it."
Actually, the appointments they scheduled for me today go through December 28th. (Yes, people who are caring for Sophie in our absence, you read that right.) The thought of spending Thanksgiving and Christmas here made me pretty teary. However, the bulk of the tests, for now anyway, are scheduled through next Wednesday. We're hoping to squeeze the others that are scattered here and there on the calendar in on "standby". (Standby is code for: park yourself in a waiting room for eight hours and hope you get worked in. Along with the twenty-ish other people hoping to be worked in, so they, too, can return to their home.)
So, end of Day One...basically nothing to report. Except:
1.) Russ got quite the workout today, pushing me around a nineteen-floor building (which spanned probably four football fields). Big place. Nutty big.
2.) Mayo is the friendliest place on Earth. It's Disneyland with wheelchairs. Seriously, I've never met a nicer group of people. The neurologist was even nice! Read that slowly and take it in, peeps. The neurologist was nice. It's really incredible to be amongst such caring people. And it's comforting.
Please keep praying. Even though we're homesick (already), I know I'm in the right hands. Love you guys!