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So, when last we left our heroine, the train had hit the brick wall and pieces went flying all over the place.

I just was speechless. I managed to ask her when I was going to have my lumbar puncture. Her answer, "Oh, we decided to send you home and then you can come back in a few weeks as an out patient."
I said "That is completely unacceptable and just plain stupid. I have been sitting in this hospital for almost two weeks and you guys aren't going to do for me the one thing I KNOW will help me out?" I am so happy I did not have a stone to throw at her back as she left.

About 10 seconds later my friend Cathy called and I just lost it. COMPLETELY. I started crying and crying and all I wanted was someone to give me a very sharp razor blade or a bottle of narcotics. All the pain from all these 22 years of dealing with health issue came flooding into my head and heart and soul and I could not stop them.
Cathy said she was coming over.

A minute later my mom came in and I cried all over her and felt like nothing. I felt like a liar, a hypocondriac, a whiny baby, you name it I felt it and I was lower than ant poop.

I was so damn distraught my mom asked the head nurse to have the Psychiatrist who works in the hospital come and talk to me.

I let that idiot Physician Assistant get to me. I allowed one stupid person to negate every positive thing I had done over the years to live as well as I can with what I have.

Sooooooooo,
that was Monday afternoon. Monday later in the afternoon, my mom talked to my nurse and found out that the PA had scheduled the lumbar puncture for Tuesday morning. Course the PA never came back in to let me know this.

Tuesday, I got 20 miligrams of valium and the lumbar puncture. Valium helped me not look for sharp objects and the Radiologist was amazing with the puncture. I was just laying on my tummy under the floroscope chatting with the assistant and all of a sudden the doctors says "Okay, I'm in. Lets drain you." Just like that. No pain at all.
My spinal pressure was too high, higher than the last one in January, so he drained me until I was on the low normal side. I should be fine for about 3 months, hopefully.

I had to be on my back for 5 hours afterwards, I slept alot, got tylenol for the headaches you get after a spinal fluid drain and managed to keep myself on an even level.

Wednesday, I spent an hour and a half with the Psychiatric Liason, an MSW. Very nice lady.
I just opened up my mouth and words spewed out. Very cathartic. Things that I have never told even to my own therapist came out of my mouth. I cried, I ranted, I laughed, I talked.
By the end, all I was was tired. I was no longer lower than Ant poop.

But, I was exceptionally angry. (More later on what happened after I got home and spoke with the Neuro's office manager regarding that incident)

I came home Wednesday evening and my little boy, oh, goodness, I almost didn't recognize him, he looked so scruffy and furry. He was one long fur ball. He was so happy to see me and I, him.
It took three days for him to stop being attached to my hip.

My mom really did a great job with Jazz training wise. She kept up with his sit and stay commands and he is doing nicely with them. He even listens to me now much better. He is still puppyish in his playing, but he is learning not to jump on people now.

Man, did I miss my Shortie (his nick name when I do not use Jazz)

I am tired right now. I will continue again soon.