I woke the other morning feeling like someone had hit me in the back of the head with a baseball bat. The lumps were there at the base of my skull and so was the pain. This was no crick in the neck. I felt like a bobble head all day. Having had a fractured skull in the past I don't mess around with head injuries.
Since I already had a scheduled visit at the clinic the following morning for lab work we decided to see about an appointment with the doctor as well. Bill and I arrived at 6am for our 7am cattle call blood draw. While I got in line for the lab, Bill got in line for doctors appointments. He was fourth in line and I, tenth. One has to arrive early on twice monthly lab days.
We received an appointment with the doctor at 9am, completed my lab work, went into town for breakfast and to run a few errands before returning for my appointment. I'm thankful for our clinic, the ease of getting an appointment and being seen the same day when I have a concern. No time to let crazy, outlandish thoughts develop in my mind. I was able to explain my issue and was given pills for the swelling and pain. No answers for the issue but I got relief.
I did some checking on-line this morning and realize my intuition was/is probably right. My immune system was compromised and I caught a head cold so to speak, a virus. Don't recall ever having one at the base of my skull but it happens. The fear of hatchlings in my head have been dismissed.
Thanks to my wonderful brother and programs we've seen on television I've got a hidden fear of worms eggs being embedded in my head and later hatching. Waking one morning to a swollen, throbbing head ...well, you can see why I wanted to see a doctor, just in case. Had this thought not been in the back of my mind I probably wouldn't have gone to see the doctor over this. But... it was a possibility since we live in a rural area.
The doc confirmed my fear. Worms eggs CAN get inbedded in your head to hatch later. It happens more often in children than adults, uh thank goodness? She actually checked and said I didn't have any "entry" wounds. YUCK! And unlike the guy on Discovery channel my lumps weren't moving. WHEW! Will I ever get that latent fear out of my head?
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