How many fingers do you see?

As the wheeled me backwards into the MRI machine today, I began my plea with the Lord:

Dear God.  Please help me to make it through this and be okay.  I cannot imagine my babies growing old without me.  Please do not make Greg raise them on his own.  I promise to do good.  Please help. 

Two months ago, I woke up one morning and every time I looked down I saw double vision.  I attributed it to being exhausted (like most moms) and let it pass.  A few days later, everything was back to normal.

Monday morning. I woke up and this time, when I looked eye level I saw double.  One image to the upper left and one image straight on.  I blinked.  Nothing happened.  I kept blinking, blinking, blinking…trying to stay calm as the house was still except for sweet baby Shelby, who was yearning for some milk.  Eventually, I closed one eye and “exercised” the open eye, then did the same with the other and it went away.

I called the on-call nurse to see what she suggested (it was 7am and nothing was open yet) and she told me to call my doctor right away at 8am.  Trying not to panic, I waited.  When I reached my doctor, she said she wanted me to come in as soon as I could.

At 4:00pm that afternoon, I scheduled my MRI.

I could not help but think to myself as I drove home that I was “too young” for this.  “This doesn’t happen to people like me”.  I am healthy, though I do not run like I used to. I don’t smoke, drink or even drink SODA!  Okay, okay, the occasional chocolate fix I am guilty of; but nothing too extreme.

Tuesday morning.  (tap tap tap)…Greg. I see double again.  I used my newly trained skills to make it go away.  The rest of the day, fine.

This morning.  I saw double again, but only when I looked down.  As I took the shower before my MRI appointment I couldn’t help but feel nervous.  I mean, I know I cannot control what is going on, but I also cannot stop thinking about it.  I gave the kids a kiss goodbye and went on my way.

The MRI.  All I can say is CRAZY.  For something that doesn’t even touch you, only makes loud noises, it sure is intense.  I survived and jokingly asked the tech at the end if she found a brain.  She laughed and said she did.

The call.  At 11:30am my doctor’s nurse called me. 

Sarah – everything looks great.

Thank goodness. 

Next step – the ophthalmologist next week.  I shall keep you updated.

On a positive note, we finally bought a new car.  A 2008 GMC Acadia.  It’s perfect.  Amen again!

Check out this interior (it’s darker thank it looks).