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I’ve lost a marble

November 30th, 2004 by cowgirljules

Well, if that wasn’t just the weirdest thing.

I was sitting at my computer minding my own business, and I realized that the fuzzy spot I was seeing wasn’t a figment of whatever I’d last looked at. In fact, it was both eyes, and it seemed to be a blind spot just right of center. I could look at the J key, but I couldn’t see the K key at all, although I could see the ones farther away just fine.

That was getting freaky enough, but it started getting bigger and flashier, and I was getting queasy looking at the computer. My friend Marci said it sounded like when she starts to get a migraine, so I figured I’d go home and lay down for a while.

But I’ve never had migraines. When I was younger, I used to get awful headaches that were sensitive to light, but the doctors never thought they were migraines because of the lack of flashy things. They went away as I got older anyway. Now all I have is a constant sinus headache, but I can usually live with that.

I was a little uncoordinated driving home, so I called Cowboy and asked him to call me back in a little while. He said I was crazy, and I should be going to the doctor for something like that, so I did. Of course, it all went away (except the headache) while I was sitting in the waiting room. I never heard of a migraine that’s gone in an hour.

The doc said that probably was what it was, but he’s sending me to a specialist later this week to make sure. He’s a good doc, and doesn’t make you feel silly for going in when it’s gone away. I did also mention to him that I couldn’t eat with a plastic fork to save my life, it shakes so bad. Of course, I couldn’t demonstrate it with his pen—the shakes come and go as they please, but always with a plastic fork. Simple enough solution to that—eat with a heavier fork.

Oh, mom? Don’t freak out. I’m fine, it was just weird.

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