Enough radiation for a decade

Last night I finally had my MRI - the last of the tests for my bizarre spring 'incident'. 

How come no one told me I would be in this a super loud radiation machine for over a half an hour??? I thought it was going to be more like the CT scan - quick and painless.

Speaking of pain...Guess what?!? The test triggered a near-migraine. Yup, I was ill again last night. The feelings of pain and nausea from motion and light brought back a flood of memories from the spring. Tom and I followed the neurologists orders of what to do at onset --> it has worked pretty well so far. 

So, for the evening we were brought back to the spring; both of us a little anxious to see what the morning would bring. Tom even got up in the night to follow the "prevention protocol". The fact that I'm up and working away this morning is nothing but great news - but the leering tingling over head is nothing to make a joke out of I guess. So, I'm forced to slow down -  at a time that it is, seriously, impossible to do so. 

"This is *not* the time for this! I *can't* slow down." [I won't even trivialize you with the insane amount of work that must be accomplished over the next two weeks.]

Then I have to really think - really remember the fear in my husband's eyes, the dependence I had on others to do the simplest things, like making it to the washroom.  

Then  I think - this *is* the time to slow down. I can't afford not to.