The ER took me back immediately and called a stroke code. Before I knew what was happening I was in a huge trauma room surrounded by people. They quickly changed me into a gown, got an IV started and began introducing themselves. I had 4 nurses, 2 doctors and even my own pharmacist. I, of course, burst out in tears knowing how serious what happened may be.
The doctor ran a series of neurological tests on me and ordered a head CT. After things calmed down and they were relatively sure the episode wasn't a stroke or a clot they moved me to a smaller room but I still had 1 dedicated nurse. She was very nonchalant about the whole thing and hardly paid any attention to me. They did a swallow study and a few other tests which I again passed with flying colors so the nurse decided I could get ready to go home. She disconnected everything but my IV line and had me change back into my own clothes to await my discharge papers. She was wrong.
The doctor came into my room and said the neurologist who reviewed my head CT would like me to have a 3T MRI just to be safe. Back into the gown I went and I was whisked right off to the MRI room. After panicking when they stuck me in the machine they sedated me a bit and we had a successful MRI. The news, my pituitary gland was "slightly" enlarged, I was not in imminent danger though. They set up appointments for me with several people, a neurologist, an optometrist and an endocrinologist. Okay. Now I'm concerned again.
We left the ER and I went to "Dr. Google" to figure out what we might be dealing with and why I needed to see so many people. The winning bet was a pituitary adenoma. Further reading lead me down the path of Cushing's. It was as if the symptoms were written based on me. This was July 21st, 2015.
