Do I have another health issue?
Is it rare and ridiculous?
Check and check.
About two months ago I got out of bed to go to the bathroom and suddenly found myself on the floor--after banging into some furniture on my way down which did not feel good at all after I got over being scared shitless.
I was totally discombobulated and felt nearly unconscious. Well, this can't be good, I thought. Actually I though "Oh, my fucking ribs!" because they'd barely just recovered from an accident but that's another (idiotic) story. And I had brain-piercing tinnitus in my left ear--loud, high-pitched, constant and "electrical".
My ENT said I had vestibular neuritis, which is a viral infection of the inner ear and that it might take three weeks for me to get well. I finally started feeling better after almost three weeks and then I started feeling a lot worse and my symptoms changed.
He said you need to come in for some tests, this doesn't sound normal. Of course it doesn't! This is me we're talking about, "normal" need not apply.
I went through the audiology battery and found out I'd lost some hearing in the high frequency range in my left ear. On Monday, I went to a special center to undergo additional tests--videonystagmography (VNG). You wear infrared goggles that record your eye movents which indicate how well or not your neural pathways are working. This is when I say this would really be interesting if only it was happening to someone else.
I got the results on Tuesday and I had three "clinically significant" findings that indicated I might have a brain tumor.
Yes, a fucking brain tumor, believe it or not. Hilarious.
Anywho, I had the MRI (open!) without then with gadolinium yesterday--Friday--just in time to wait all weekend to find out what's in my brain besides a lot of mayhem. What's surprising is that I'm not really obsessing over it or even thinking about it, just getting the MRI behind me seems to have been some kind of mental milestone. I did really dread having that cage on my head for an hour while they did all that. I wasn't sure my claustrophia wouldn't kill me so I just kept my eyes closed the whole time, even when I was out mid-way getting shot-up with a rare earth metal.
According to my doctor, we are down to two things--a brain tumor or I did have a virus so severe that I have a lesion on my cranial nerve VIII.
I never thought I'd be excited about having a cranial nerve lesion. Like I always say, context is everything.