After a long 3- month wait and battle with my PCP, I FINALLY had my MRI yesterday. It was scary and I'm on pins and needles waiting for the results. When I told the technician's assistant that I had been in the ER the end of August for a skull- crushing migraine (the absolute WORST headache I've EVER had in my life!), but that the CT scan they performed with and without contrast supposedly showed nothing wrong, she liked at me like "😳😳😳". Total shock. I was like "What??" She just said "Your doctor will view these images and call you. Have a good day!" Um... is there something I should be concerned about regarding her response? I also had an ECHO done on my heart yesterday morning to see if my constant dizziness is heart- related and the fact my dad's family has a strong history of heart disease. I just got done with a 2-week heart monitor 2 days ago and sent it back right away to be reviewed. The radiologist kept honing in on a specific area of my heart. I've been told years ago I have a leaking heart valve. So, I'm waiting on those results as well. Kind of hoping both doctors don't call the same day. 🤦‍♀️ Bad news, then more bad news?? I pray not! I had the WORST case of dizziness and vertigo thus far this past Saturday! I already collapsed in front of my daughter 2 months ago, but this past Saturday I was standing out in the sun (which I know we are not to do) waiting for the church ladies to open up the church so I could get my food box, and I was becoming more and more dizzy to where I could hardly stand. By the time I finally got into the church and sat down, I was breaking out into cold sweats, the room was spinning, and I was staying to see black. I also nearly threw up. I almost got up, gave the ladies my number and box ticket, told them I wasn't feeling well, and left, but I stuck it out, fanning myself profusely with my number card. By the time my number was called, which wasn't looking as I was close to the front, I half-walked, half-staggered to the table. The food boxes are heavy, and they have volunteers who put them in old shopping carts and help take them out to the cars. I was literally holding onto the cart and when I was done I told my daughter to open the trunk of her car (thank God she was with me and driving! I wouldn't have made it home otherwise.) The volunteers got our box in the back of the car and I told my daughter "I need to get home!" She knew I was having trouble. I rode home with my head out the window. Once home I staggered upstairs to change my clothes and take my dinnertime medicine. It took over an hour for the dizziness and vertigo to ease, only for it to come back during the night. Sunday I was so dizzy I hardly moved off the couch. My face felt tender and heavy and I had zero energy. It took until Monday for me to start feeling better! I hate this!