So we waited for nearly two hours in the waiting room. Once Staci got back to a room, a youngling doctor came in and asked for a full medical history (“Well, first, I was born…”). After doing a barrage of quick checks, he gave a quick sypnosis of his take on things: He said that given Staci’s age and her history of high blood pressure and having lost a child, they’re likely to want to do a full workup to start ruling things out. He said that some of her symptoms indicate a TIA, while others don’t.
He also asked for our opinion on being admitted overnight. (Isn’t that kinda like asking if you want to be audited? “No, but if that’s how I avoid penalties for tax evasion, then OK.”) We told him an outpatient stay would be much preferable, but that finding out what happened trumps all. He said he’d check with some of the other doctors – including his boss – and they’d decide on a course of action.
Quick update: A tech just knocked on the door and said it's time for a cat scan. The next update will include info on that. (I tried to say we don't own a cat, but they don't seem to care....)
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