lydamorehouse | Would Like a Little Less Drama, Please....

Last night, right before dinner, Shawn said, "Um... so.... I've got this leg I can't really feel? Like it's gone completely numb? I think maybe I twisted something, but I'm worried."

I could tell she was feeling that Minnesota guilty of 'I don't want to be a burden, but...' so, I said, "Let's just go to Urgent Care."

So, we all went. The whole family. Mason would not stay behind, not after everything that's happened. Mason and I waited in the reception area for an hour, being nervous and easily irritated by the other people waiting.

Finally, Shawn came out with a very familiar looking piece of paper. "They want us to go to United's Emergency Room and see if I can get an MRI." I mean, she's had a blood clot, so of course they can't just blow off any numbness on one side of her body.... but, holy shit, we all just stared at each other like, "Ugh, not AGAIN." Plus, I was thinking: the ER. How long are we going to end up waiting?

We did that thing we do when we're allow to transport ourselves. We stopped at home, went to the bathroom, gathered up things to do (books, Kindle), Shawn left her jewelry at home in case there was going to be an MRI, and off we went.

The ER took one look at Shawn's history and we had about a five minute wait until we had a room and doctors started pouring in (which was kind of amazing considering that we heard at least three "ambulance arriving in 5 minutes" calls over the intercom). Luckily, they determined that, while concerning, this numbness was acting very classically like a pinched nerve. At least one of the doctors suggested that it could have been aggravated by Shawn's long hospital stay and the uncomfortable bed she was stuck in for seven days, particularly since she's had nerve trouble before in that leg--though, to be fair to Shawn, this was quite different from her previous numbness, and therefor reasonably concerning.

Plus, as she said before we left for Urgent Care the first time, she really feels like her intuition is shot. Who would have thought that flu-like symptoms would be a life-threatening blood clot? And had she not randomly gone in then, who know where we would be today, you know?

So, that was fun.

The neurologist that the ER doctor wanted us to follow-up with RIGHT AWAY doesn't seem, however, to be in a super hurry to see Shawn, and that's okay? Like Shawn was saying this morning, it would be great if this was just something run-of-the-mill. We are super DONE with being medical mysteries.

Meanwhile, Deliah (the sick kitty) has been hiding a lot and we're trying to decide, with all this going on, whether or not we should go up to our friends' cabin this weekend. Siren is only an hour and a half away from home, however, and it would be very, very, very nice to have some time to just relax and stare at a lake for hours on end. But, I just don't know. I do, at least, have a friend who is willing to come and check on the cat and give her the pain meds. And this is a VERY GOOD friend who is also very much trusted to call us should something change about Deliah, so I feel like if we do risk it and head up north, at least we'll have a caring, loving set of eyes on the cat.

Blurgh...

I could use a little less drama.