Mystery Diagnosis

No I am not dying....yet. I have, as i am sure everyone knows, been experiencing blackouts every time I stand up. I pretty much have dealt with it my entire life thinking that it was normal, but came to realize a few years ago that it wasn't. In the past I have been told it's just dehydration, but I know that it definitely isn't. Unfortunately it has gotten worse and other weird things have been popping up in the last month or two such as: loss of appetite and memory, shortness of breath, and fatigue. The worst of it I think are the blackouts. So annoying!! I have gotten pretty good and covering up the fact a can't see whenever I stand up in public, but I just want it to go away. So a few weeks ago I decided to try again to figure out if I have a brain tumor or something. $20 bucks says its a brain tumor, so typical of my life!

So the first step was the cardiologist and they gave me a heart monitor to carry around for 36 hours. I couldn't shower or workout because the sticky things would have come off. So The best part of that one was going in for a job interview. The guy to me was nice, but I knew that he probably thought i was dying. Needless to say I did not get a call back from them. So my heart was clean, but my doctor noticed I was dangerously dehydrated and every time I stood up my blood pressure would drop and my heart would race. So he thinks that it has something to do with the adrenal glands which regulate your blood pressure. Worst case would be a tumor or something. Right when he said that I instantly though "brain tumor! I knew it! 6 weeks to live!" haha. I take joy in medical mystery's and watching House, ER, Greys, etc. I guess I get too dramatic sometimes and my humor sometimes freaks my mom out.

So the Second place I have gone to is the Endocrinologist. The doctor didn't find anything that specifically pointed to anything, but agrees that it might be the adrenal glands. So yesterday I got to have my adrenal glands tested. This involved fasting from midnight to 9 am (this was extremely hard for me!), having 4 LARGE tubes of blood extracted followed by an injection of a stimulant. I then had to have my blood drawn every 30 minutes in more LARGE tubes. I don't know if anyone has seen me when i get my blood tested/taken, but i do that laugh/cry/hyperventilate thing. It also didn't help that one of my nurses was talking to me while reading Breaking Dawn. I then had visualizations of the nurses (blood suckers) running out of places to poke me and just going for the neck. So needless to say, I was not happy. My spirits improved only when presented with breakfast tacos.

So the third direction I get to take is the neurologist. NOT looking forward to that. So I now have a sort of bet going of how I am going to die or what crippling disease will befall me giving Tirol the ultimate upper hand on me... Actually that in itself would cause death!

I also have a few pictures I want to post from my last days in NZ and Christmas that have nothing to do with this post so here they are.