Of Neurologists That Piss Me Off
The vertigo has been a constant companion since January 1st, a full month of riding the merry go round and wondering when the hell it would stop. Last Monday, thanks to some self-caused stress (oversleeping), it ramped up to the degree that I usually experience right before the carousel operator kicks the switch into overdrive, and sends me staggering to the bathroom amid the 45 (or 78) rpm my world is making. My MRI results were insignificant, which basically means that there has not been enough progression in the Chiari to cause this. I went through the 10 day course of faux steroids, took hydrocodone for the headaches as directed by my neurologist (a treatment course we normally do, but she'd asked me to try a run of Imitrex for any and all headaches-but there's a really bad interaction with sumitripan and this not-a-steroid), and nothing was stopping it. A week of phone tag ensued, and as is typical, the neurologist looks at the headaches first, vertigo second. ...