We got to the hospital and after a short, confusing delay, they took me in and took my vitals. All my vitals were "perfect," to quote the nurse. I think this instantly ruled out stroke, though they didn't say that to me. I was taken to a treatment room and given my gown to change into and then began the waiting. And waiting. And waiting. I was hooked up to the machines they tend to hook you up to and my vitals were constantly monitored. I was poked and proded and had bloodwork done. I was sent in for a CT Scan. I was examined by a couple of nurses and a doctor. I got to go over my list of symptoms, many of which were brand new to Ken as I really hadn't been keeping him totally in the loop of what was going on with me. I know how he is and I'm the complete opposite. I didn't want to worry him with what was potentially nothing to worry about. He learned that I had two instances with trouble with speech. He didn't know it felt like my eyes were working independently of each other right after getting conked on the head.
Anyway, after all my tests and all the waiting, the doctor came in to tell me that with the exception of a little dehydration (I hadn't had anything to drink in probably six or seven hours), I was in "perfect health." While that was great to hear, it was awful to hear. I was so relieved that I wasn't having a stroke, I wasn't having an aneurysm, my brain wasn't bleeding, I wasn't dying, but I was really upset to know there isn't a reason they could see why I'm feeling the way I'm feeling. This is exactly the result I predicted to Ken in the car on the way to the hospital. The ER doctor suggested making a follow up appointment with my primary care physican. I planned on not doing that until Ken and I had a fight on the phone today about it. (Actually, it was out second fight since leaving the ER. The first was about me going to work today. I did and he was pissed and said I should stay home. I won.) My reason again is because I'm going to go in and it's going to be a waste of time. I'm going to be told there is nothing wrong with me. I'm trying to get that notion out of my head. I have until Tuesday to adjust my mood about it.
So the headache is still a mystery, but the numbness isn't, I believe. I think I figured out what was happening. Yesterday before leaving work, I popped a couple headache pills. About an hour after that is when the numbness started. Today, about an hour after doing that, the same thing happened. I think I was having a reaction to the pills. I do feel a little better about that. Now if we can just figure out the headache issue, I'll be happy. I'm guessing I have a concussion of some kind, though I don't know if a concussion lasts this long. I'll (hopefully) find out next week.
It looks like I'm going to live to see another day.