Last night, I went to the one place I'd hoped to avoid in all of this... the Johns Hopkins Emergency Department. OMG! They are SO not set up to help the walk-in citizens of Baltimore City! To the contrary, it seems like there just might be a concerted effort to be as ineffectual with emergencies as the hospital is known to be great for the rich and rare problem coming from all ends of the earth.
So, all day long, I'd been feeling like my head was swelling. The ringing in my ears (a regular sound pre-surgery) came back briefly, I felt a bit wobbly when I stood, and my head was feeling numb and throbbing simultaneously. Tannaz had come over in the morning and encouraged me to call the doctor. When they finally got back to me, they said they would have to take a look in order to tell me whether or not things were okay. They said if I went to Emergency, they would call for the neuro doc. Somehow, that memo was delayed by several hours, however. Nevertheless, four hours, a crackhead meltdown, several germy coughs, a face mask and a pint of hand sanitizer later, I was sent home with that ever so blessed and welcome label: normal.