So I went to the ER on Monday. It was a TON of fun! Especially the part where I waited three hours to be seen and then another three hours for all my tests and then didn't get home until 2AM! That was EXACTLY how I wanted to spend the holiday.
I rode the exercise bike that afternoon (I've done 10 miles a day since I started two weeks ago!) and when I got off, I cracked open a Wyder's Pear Cider and went outside to read while Dave started the BBQ. When I went to adjust my glasses, I noticed my left hand looked trippy to me. And by trippy I mean actually psychedelic. My fingers jumped out at me oddly when they passed my face and I started messing around testing it, doing that you're going down a hallway thing my brother used to do to freak me out when we were kids. Then I went back to my book because it was no big deal.
A few minutes later, an odd gash of triangular pixels blurred the left side of my vision. It was WEIRD. Sparkly. It was just one line of sparkles, but I tried to keep reading and couldn't. I took my glasses off and on, nothing helped. My first thought was that I was having an optical migraine - my mom suffered from them when she started menopause and they were righteously freaky. The sparkles would take over her vision until she was temporarily blind. This was freaky too, but I didn't think anything of it because it went away twenty minutes later and I felt fine otherwise.
I went inside to make a salad (baby spinach, sliced mandarins, bacon, slivered almonds and champagne dressing FTW!) and my left ring finger went numb. Not tingly, not like I'd felt before from carpal tunnel syndrome, but DEAD. Within five minutes, all the fingers on my left hand were numb, even my thumb and when I told Dave, who was already freaked out by my blurred vision, he insisted on taking me to the doctor and the only doctor in town after five o'clock on Memorial Day is the one at the ER. On our way there, I noticed a metallic taste in my mouth, too, which only made Dave drive faster.
Of course by the time I got there, all my symptoms had disappeared and I felt 100% fine, but they wanted to get a CT scan to be sure my brains were still pretty. Dave was concerned (and still is) that I'd had a TIA - a mini-stroke, but once the symptoms subsided, there was really no way to be sure. All my tests came back normal, which is good, but I still have no idea what happened. I see my regular doctor tomorrow and I'm sure he'll be just as clueless.
The strange thing is that I can't seem to bring myself to worry about it. The symptoms were weird, but I felt FINE the whole time. They were just symptoms. I guess it's a good thing I married a man who worries enough for both of us -- it lets me off the hook.