Still Waiting. . .

Yesterday I finally got tired of all the calls that I've been making trying to get my EEG results, so I went in person to the place that administered it.  The front desk person took a copy of the request by my primary care physician (which I know they already have on file), and told me that the person who deals with it would be back in on Monday.  I asked if there was any way I could just get my own results.  She said no, because I didn't have a signed consent release form.  I asked for the consent release form to sign.  I filled it out, handed it to her, and asked for my results.  The person who deals with that will be back in on Monday.  I'm supposed to get called on Monday.  Maybe I'll know by the end of next week? 

Stress and Waiting

So, I had my EEG on Monday at 9 in the morning.  They wanted me sleep deprived (24 hours), and with clean, dry hair.  The tech marked all over my head with a ruler and then pasted on a bunch of electrical things with wires.  Then taped on some more to my cheeks and chest.  Then I got to open and close my eyes, breathe as deeply and quickly as I could for three minutes (yes, you do feel like you're going to pass out), try to sleep, have strobe lights go off, and open and close my eyes again.  Not the funnest thing ever.  Then she scrubbed at my scalp for a while and handed me a comb and told me where the bathroom was.  I about screamed when I looked in the mirror.  Not even on my worst hair days do I look like that!  I smoothed it down enough to get it in a ponytail, went home and had to shower before I could take a nap before work.  I did ask the tech what the results were, but she gave me the line they always do about not being able to tell you.  A neurologist is supposed to contact you within five business days.  Nothing so far.

And then there was the car problem.  To condense the very long story, my car is toast.  Not worth fixing.  I bought a new one, which I'm actually really excited about.  I learned that I have no credit score, that Sears Auto really sucks, and that Utah charges an obscene amount of taxes.  At least now all I have left to do on that is get rid of my old car, get insurance on the new one, and hope that my next payday comes soon.

Fasting did take care of my insomnia, and it was great to be able to sleep again.  Then, the sleep deprivation thing brought it on again.  Oh, well, wouldn't want to get too comfortable, right?