A little over a week ago, I had an MRI done of my brain. I expected the results to be unremarkable. That’s how most medical testing has gone for me—my bloodwork is fine, my chest x-rays clear, my echocardiogram normal. On the surface, this seems like something to celebrate, and perhaps it is. But if you’re in the same boat (and most long-haulers are), then you understand the mixture of relief and frustration that such ‘good news’ provokes. I am of course thrilled that there is nothing obviously wrong with my heart, but that doesn’t mean my heart has gotten the memo and will now beat at a normal speed. So, I expected the same from my brain scan: results that would sharply contrast my lived experience of brain fog, memory loss, dizziness, and blurred vision.
Sounds like a rough week. Great article.
Feeling with you....
Swearwords and prayers and a Warm hug 💕.
Dear Lisa, first of all. Sending you a big warm hug. I have been pondering that myself this week. I notice my body shuts down when things get to much.
Breathing, snuggling with my kitties. Sometimes I talk into my phone on the voice recorder app ( often too tired to write )to be able to release.