Sleep. We didn't get much last night.
It started with my massive headache. That in itself was enough to keep me tossing. Add to it, Jake busting out of the bedroom to roam the house, Reese falling out of his bed and scaring the dickens out of Raleigh which in turn scared all of us, both dogs needing to go out at 2:30 in the morning, and Jake then running off after a deer. We let him go, but he returned around four... welcoming himself home by barking outside the house. Like I said, we didn't sleep much. Sleep last night was, in fact, a series of naps.
It's okay, though. Only five more days then I can nap with Reese all summer. Itissoclose.
During private confession time at church this morning I prayed for two things. One, grace for my school children. Grace for them, and grace for me. These next four days are going to be long. Long and unstructured, which as you know, I do not enjoy. The second thing I prayed for was my headache to go away.
I had a little scare on Friday at school. Brace yourself, this sounds really dramatic {and makes me feel really ridiculous}. Friday morning I woke up feeling fine, but around 8:15 my left arm suddenly got very cold and went numb. After about thirty minutes I went next door and told Janet, who in turn sent me to the office to call the school nurse. Long story short, the nurse recommended I call my doctor. By this time Lofton had come to school.
{Did I mention that Friday was the day ALL the second graders come visit our school? Oh yes. So while my arm is numb, and I'm beginning to freak out, I'm also smiling and welcoming parents and children to the room.}
We went to the doctor and after answering a few questions she sent me to the hospital. Cue the scary music because what transpired was 5,000 times worse than a numb arm. An MRI. I am beyond claustrophobic. I can occasionally tolerate getting in Reese's tent with him. But not for long. Small spaces, and being confined in any way, freak me out.
Without going into the specifics, it was the worst experience of my life. I'm not at all exaggerating. I had to hit the panic button, they couldn't finish the panels the doctor ordered, and there was extreme hyperventilating and an abundance of tears. We ended up coming home, at which point I decided I would sleep on a blanket outside for the rest of my life. Late Friday afternoon we were scheduled at the Open MRI place. That experience was tolerable, but only because Lofton was allowed to go back with me. It was still confined, I still had to have my head strapped down with a cage over my face, and there was still a machine hovering so close to my face I couldn't see light.
We still don't have the results, but I assume it's nothing life threatening since I'm still alive. Whew. And now I'm off to nap, because this silly girl promised her cranky three year old she'd bake cookies after nap time. WhatwasIthinking?
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