Just another Monday

The last few weeks I have been doing my annual round of Doctor visits. Each year I try and make the effort to remember to take care of my health. Physicals, dentists, dermatologist, etc... This morning I went to a new Ear Nose and Throat specialist in the hopes of again figuring out what is going on with my head and ears. I sat down in the exam room and offered up all the symptoms that I have experienced in the last 5 weeks. I told the doctor of my family history of Meniere's disease, and he proceeded to do the standard exam, look in the ears, down the throat, and up the nose. Apparently I don't have the little gremlins running around upstairs like I had expected.
Although my symptoms and family history led him to make the Meniere's assumption, he wanted objective evidence to the fact. I appreciate this type of doctoring. I really didn't want to have drugs thrown at me and have that be it. One of the strongest predictors of Meniere's disease is hearing loss. I was then sent to the audiologist for another round of hearing tests, and after listening to a series of beeps and honks, mixed in with a little buzzing, my hearing came out as almost perfect.
Surprisingly this did not make my doctor very happy. I asked him, "isn't that a good thing?" "Yes and no." he responded with a lost look on his face. "I can't properly diagnose you." Shit! Go into my head and dig around for all I care. Just make it stop! I am sick of my brain swimming around like some lost island. Now I have to wait until I have another bad attack, like an 8 or 9 on a 10 scale. Then I will have go in and have another hearing test. Guess what will happen.....nothing. My hearing will be the same, I can guarantee it. I truly do appreciate him wanting to make certain of my diagnosis, but it is so FRUSTRATING!! Can't someone figure me out!
Later, I went over to my Chiropractor, whom I absolutely love. Not in the kissy lovey dovey way, but as a kindred spirit. He and I are so alike. He is so compassionate and he can read me like a book, something my own husband struggles to do. I go in to his office, tell him what is going on, and he will say something so striking and honest that it just throws me off. I love it. He is a Canadian transplant, and came to Utah to be closer to family and his faith. After spending 20 minutes with him, I leave feeling like a new woman. He is not a "back cracker" type, but has been specially trained in other forms of spinal manipulation. After I left his office, the dizziness stopped and I felt grounded again. I am not so naive to think this is a cure, but with his help, I am certain I can start to feel normal again.

So the day started out frustrating, but ended on a more positive note. Tomorrow I am having blood drawn from another doctor for more tests. Fun. Nothing like a needle being jabbed into your arm first thing in the morning!