Good news, sort of

Cristin does not have encephalitis, or meningitis. However, now nobody knows what the fuck is wrong (I think those were the doctors' actual words). Apparently, an MRI should have been done as soon as Cristin walked through the hospital doors. In fact, that's what my mom kept requesting. But for some reason, the doctor just didn't ever order one. So, after the spinal tap (which, by the way, the initial doctor didn't even show up for and some bystanding doctor had to take over), after that came back clear, the only way to determine what was causing the problem would be an MRI. But, alas, Lincoln General Hospital does not do MRIs on the weekend.

So Cristin went to my mom's house doped up on sedatives and traumatized from the spinal tap.

She started feeling better on Sunday - enough to argue that she DID NOT WANT AN M-A-R. But her headache is still there and she told me she didn't feel good enough to watch TV, which, in Cristin speak means she still feels like shit. But at least she was up.

So today, my dad is consulting a neurologist to determine if they should go ahead with an MRI.

In other completely unrelated news, I can't get enough of the new White Stripes album. It is most awesome.