Are you sick of my medical stuff yet?

Friday I went to see the opthamologist who said, "You are a complicated and interesting case."  Evidently I don't have Giant Cell Arteritis, or Temporal Arteritis or any evidence of auto-immune inflammatory disease in the arteries in my head.  On the other hand, I clearly have something that my body is reacting to and leaving all sorts of traces and tracks behind.  The optic nerves are still slightly swollen after a couple weeks of heavy steroids.  (And Prednisone is not making me edgy or or cranky.  If anything, I'm depressed and sleepy.)

So, I will be going in some time next week for an MRI on my brain.  Actually, I think this is cool.  I sure hope they let me look at the pictures.

On the other hand, I think of all those episodes of "House" where the complicated and interesting case goes through three different painful and dangerous procedures before they finally put all the pieces together and discover that it's Bubonic Plague or a easily corrected structural anomaly in the heart or something.  At least an MRI, although claustrophobic and noisy, is not painful or dangerous.

Crayon therapy was good yesterday.  I may try some more this weekend.  Just mindlessly sweeping color onto paper can be so satisfying.  

We have been through a series of "late summer showers" that have been more like a monsoon in miniature.  Warm temperatures, gray skies for days, and flooding torrents of rain.  But the weather is predicted to get clear and sunny for the weekend.  There will be lingering summeryness into early October, but the season really has turned. Kids are back in school, and it's time to buckle up, buttercup, because winter is on the way.