So it was a tough weekend and I landed in Beth Israel Deaconess Hospital in Boston. I finally made the leap up into Boston where there is really good health care. Not that there isn't good care locally but my GP just didn't know what to do next. We had go thru ER since my doctor didn't have admitting priviledges. When I went to the ER ,we were encouraged because they knew exactly why we were there. I needed a diagnoses. So after being asked a million questions, getting a CAT scan, giving all sorts of samples, and talking to an entire neurology team, I was diagnosed with "Status Migrainous". It is a rare type of migraine that can last 72 hours and usually lands people in the hospital (I guess it is easy to dehydrate). The neurologist said that I had gotten into a cycle of constant migraine and I was not really pulling out of it and that we needed to break the cycle. It actually made sense with what I had been experiencing this month. My symptoms had become almost contast instead of happening in episodes. I am back at home resting with a medicine cabinet full of drugs. My body will adjust to some of the drugs and hopefully I will get some energy back. (I am praying my body adjusts really fast!) I did a bit if reading on these types of migraines but can only take so much. I was put on a drug that is "preventative." I did have enough energy last night to flip thru an "Alternative Healing" book..who is an RN . I think when I get up and running I may take some yoga classes and may even try some accupuncture....this with the long term goal of not being on constant meds. But for now I am thanking God for doctors and medicine. Thanks for your prayers. Being diagnosed was a big deal for me, now I can move on and live bit more offensively. I felt like such a timid mouse before now that I know what to fight I already feel like more of a warrior, ha! Tom has been so great with me, taking care of me and all neighbors took care of Maggie. Poor pup at home alone! This is great turning point for me, I was talking to God and telling himthat for some reason I needed to know what I had before I could really believe He could help me. Then about a week ago, I broke down and told God that I knew He could help me without know what my aliment was...Basically I was just giving up my health issues to God with the trust and faith that He has me in his hand. This might sound easy but it was a lot harder than you would think! It is that whole "stand up on the inside" thing when you are falling apart on the outside. I really have had to KNOW that God had a plan for me "thoughts of peace to give me a future and a hope." So today I really do see a light at the end of the tunnel. Hooray!