I had another appointment with the neurolgist at the university. It was in the middle of Holy Week. There was bad weather predicted. I was able to get a driver from my church to drive me out. That was a smart decision because I awoke in the morning having another attack of vertigo and throwing up. I was suppose to meet the person at church. I called him and said I couldn't drive because I had to take some medicine. So he came out to the house to get me. I took a waste can with me just in case. We hit bad weather along the high ridges in the mountains.
I was able to walk into the hospital. I spent most of the time with a medical student who did my history. The neurologist came in and said there were no pictures with the medical records discs. He did a basic neurological physical exam. I had to lie back on the exam table. He asked me to roll my pants leg up to above my knee as I lifted my head. I got attacked number two of vertigo as I grabbed my head with the room spinning around. I proceeded to have it happen two more times just trying to get up from the table. The doctor got all excited calling for the medical student to come and look at my eyes doing jumping jacks or mystigmas (rapid eye movement). I called out that they better get me a trash can before I threw up all over them. They were lucky that I didn't. After four hours, I left in a wheelchair because now I was so dizzy I could not walk out of there. The doctor still wanted the actual MRI pictures. So another appointment was made.
