TIA U of L

Need to pack up a bit tonight before we go to bed.

Need to wake up around 6-ish tomorrow morning to get ready and head on out to the hospital in Louisville.

At my appointment today, I told my doctor that I'd had yet another bout of TIA (remember? mini stroke? I've had quite a few..I just don't report them). But this time it was on Saturday. With Cramer. In the commissary (that sounds like a game of Clue). Hit me out of nowhere in the cereal aisle..and I told her we needed to grab a couple more things and leave because of it. The old man check out guy was especially rude to me..and it wasn't even my fault. I couldn't focus on anything and so I just said to him "I'm sorry..I'm having a mini stroke". He probably thought I was just being an asshole.

Anyway, so I told her all about it..and she ran all kinds of tests on me..and then after talking it over with some of the other doctors (oh, don't worry..I totally got reamed out for not showing up at the hospital when it happened..so save it, please.) she made a call to the neurology department or something down at U of L and I'm to be there at 8 tomorrow morning to start tests and labs and everything (the NICU is there so..I guess if something happens to where we need to deliver..we can). Until we do all of that tomorrow (we'll be there for a cool 23 hours they said)..no one knows what's wrong with me...and there's not even a promise that they *will* know what's wrong with me..if anything's wrong with me at all after all of this stuff.

They basically called me a freak of nature..without actually calling me a freak of nature. Gotta keep medical science on its feet, ya'll.

So this? Is totally comforting. Hey, ya know..at least my husband will be there with me (okay, and we're dragging Calix along with lots of toys and snacks and blah blah blah because grams can't come watch him.). I'll probably bring a camera to document my misery. Eff.