I've finished my rounds of tests... contrast image MRI on my brain was on Thursday afternoon, ultrasound on my thyroid was Friday morning, and today I spent more than 4 hours in the lab doing blood-work to check for insulin resistance and some other stuff. I won't know more until my follow-up appointment, which isn't scheduled until May 14th. I'll post as soon as I know more.
In case you see Bridget wearing her hospital bracelets and wonder what is going on... she doesn't want to take them off. She wants everyone to see she was in the hospital. I think she's proud of those bracelets and enjoys the attention of people asking what happened.

So, after my ultrasound on my neck, I went to Tricia's to pick up my girls AND her kids--we'd arranged a swap for the day. We'd all been home for maybe 15 minutes when Bridget slipped on a piece of paper on the stairs and fell about 4 steps down the stairs. She slid down on her bum & back and hit her head on the side wall on the way down. I heard the fall and immediately knew what had happened. Bridget was screaming, so I knew she was hurt--it was much more than a "crap, that really scared me" scream, so I ran as fast as I could. I picked her up and sat down on the couch with her and asked "where do you hurt Bridget? What did you hit?" She didn't answer me. This is kind of typical of her--when she is angry or embarrassed, she refuses to talk, refuses to answer questions. It's infuriating. But, that's not what was happening this time... She had suddenly stopped crying and her head fell into my chest... her right arm went rigid... I felt in my stomach something wasn't right... I picked up her head with both hands and saw her eyes rolling into the back of her head... she was out.
Now, I know we parents love an unconscious kid at nap-time or bedtime... but we never want to see that mid-day and especially right after a fall like that. I thought she was having a seizure. I'd grabbed her head by the hair and was yelling her name. I called Aaron and told him to come home right away. It was 12:41. Bridget woke up and acted totally fine, just sleepy and a little disoriented. She said her back hurt and that was it. She seemed to have forgotten the fall. She had a red mark on her back, like a rug burn. I called Tricia. I called the pediatrician, who told me not to move her and call 911. So, I did. Bridget was struggling to stay awake.
Within minutes, the fire truck was here and firemen poured into my house. Then the ambulance. There were I think about a dozen people in uniforms in my living room and within minutes they had Bridget in a neck-brace and on a flat board and rolled her out to the ambulance.
By the time we got her in the ambulance, she seemed totally fine. She giggled and talked to the EMTs. She thought the ambulance ride in a "bed" was great fun. We told her not to make a habit of it. Hospital personnel were quick and friendly. We'd gone to Methodist Hospital.
As things calmed down, I began to feel like a horrible mother and housekeeper since it was my fault there were papers on the stairs. I'd made piles of things that needed to go upstairs when I cleaned up the living room the day before. If only people would clean up after themselves... Teaching moment? I took it. Did it work? No, everyone still leaves their crap laying around the house. I'm sure FDA, or CPS, or Oprah, or whoever is in charge of home safety would shut us down if they could.
Anyway, within a few minutes, they had Bridget in for a CT scan on her head. Four hours later we finally got the results of the scan and she got a clean bill of health! Not a mark on her--even the red mark on her back had disappeared.
But, she got some cool "bracelets", a neck-brace, rubber gloves, and some x-ray stickers for the trouble. So, she's happy and I'm just grateful she's okay. It's amazing how quickly life can change. I'm so glad I got another chance on this one.