kitanzi | Update the third - since then (perhaps TMI?)

Well, Monday morning came too early and too grumpy but it always does after a con. I was a grouch and feeling somewhat unwell and would have been happy for any reasonable excuse to not go to work, but that's standard Monday Morning Post-Con Blues, and it just wasn't happening.

The universe has a really nasty sense of humor, I have to say.

I've been prone to occasional dizzy spells for a long time, but very occasional. I stand up too fast, my head spins - I grab something, take a couple deep breaths, I'm fine. The last month or two, they've seemed maybe a bit more common but nothing to freak out over. Mostly I've just been tired and stressed and on the ragged edge with my job. Well, for whatever reason, Monday I stood up at my desk, felt dizzy, tried to sit down and kind of went sideways instead. I'm told I appear to have fainted for a few moments, and a fairly large fuss was made. I don't blame them - I was pretty scared myself. Anyhow, I was driven home with strict orders to see a doctor, which I promptly did. Unfortunately, I was not really good for driving myself safely, so ACat and Maedbh7 wound up burning most of the remaining day waiting for me at the doctor's office then dropping me off at home before he drove her off to catch her plane. To put it mildly, the whole thing really sucked, and they didn't know what caused it. The doctor took blood and urine, checked temperature and blood pressure (sitting, standing and lying down) plus everying else he could think of (including possibility of pregnancy - thankfully negative!), and asked all manner of questions about what I'd eaten and when and everything else he could think of. He also informed me I had a heart murmur and he would arrange an echocardiogram asap for me. It boiled down to a list of things it was not - but no clear idea what it was. He also gave me a note to miss work Tuesday. Needless to say, when I was whining that I didn't want to go to work, this was NOT what I had in mind!

Tuesday they called me to tell me to go on in for an echocardiogram. By this time I was feeling unshaky enough to drive myself, so at least ACat could take that day's crop of houseguests (

bardling and

plaid_dragon) out and about touristing, though I honestly can't recall what they did. I went to the hospital and found out that echocardiograms have gotten pretty damned nifty since the last time I had one! I got to actually peek at the monitor while the doctor did the ultrasound, and I could see the image of my heart moving, and even hear the sound of the blood whooshing around when she turned the volume up. On the whole, extremely cool, though I'd still just as soon not have needed it.

Wednesday I went back to work, while ACat used his last wrangled day of vacation to take

plaid_dragon to the zoooooo! Dizziness was still there but I was functional and it's mostly a sitdown job anyhow. My brain felt like cottonwool, but what the hell. I got through.

Thursday ACat and I were both back at work, but about an hour after I got in my supervisor caught me hanging onto the printer, trying to get my head to unwhirl itself. She promptly made me sit and threatened to call 911 on me. (Apparently someone gave her grief about not doing that Monday, though I'm damned if I know what they could have actually done. Yes, I know, technically she probably should have. I'm glad she didn't.) Instead I called the doctor, set up another appointment and called poor ACat to come get me again. Another day, another doctor. More tests, more questions, no more answers. Now they want me to get a neurology checkup, which will be a week from this coming Wednesday. Joy. (Still, doctor's tests beat falling on my face at work any day of the week.)

Today I'm back at work, having gotten lots of questions and reassurances and worried people here trying to make sure I'm okay. These are really, really good people. It has been suggested that a good portion of this may be stress, and it may be. The job's been crazy, I haven't been sleeping so well, I suck at letting stress go to begin with, etc etc etc etc. Life always has stress. I kinda doubt that's all of it though... regardless, this is where things stand. When there's just too much to talk about, I tend not to talk. When there's stuff I don't even want to think about, I tend not to talk. Not really good, I know.

So, anyhow, that's what's been happening, and now you know.