Up All Night

Do you ever have nights that turn into mornings?  Thoughts keep rolling around in my mind so I've given up trying to sleep and decided to just get up and start my day.  When I talked about Gary's surgery I didn't talk about the final piece of the puzzle that finally made the headaches stop, when he had his check up with our primary care doctor the nurse noticed that he was retaining fluid in his legs, something new since all this started so our doctor put him on fluid pills and after starting on those the excruciating headaches immediately went down to manageable and then after a few days went away completely. So, while we were at the brain surgeon's office yesterday I mentioned this to him and he asked Gary when the doctor planned on taking him off of them. Gary told him that he was suppose to be on them for 3 months and then go back and have the doctor check for fluid and if it was under control he would be able to quit taking them.  So the surgeon said that if the headaches return we may have a secondary problem, encephalitis.  Of course I had to go home and visit google to look this up, swelling of the brain.  Okay, so how would taking a fluid pill stop that?  I read about it, symptoms and causes.  I didn't understand how the fluid pill would stop the swelling so then I looked up fluid on the brain, hydrocephalus.  Okay, this one I understood and it would explain how the fluid pill could control the pressure from inside the skull because the fluid isn't there as long as he's keeping it under control.  So I studied this a while but I had my yearly check up with our primary care doctor this afternoon so of course all of this was on my mind as I drive to the office and I'm still mulling it over as I wait in the exam room.  When the doctor enters the room we start talking and I tell him about our visit that day with the surgeon as he exams me and I tell him what the doctor said and what I discovered and I'm asking him a million questions in between giving him answers to his questions while he's conducting his examination.  All of a sudden he pauses and looks at me and says, "Your mind is constantly going, do you ever sleep?" My response of course is, "not much." and I continue to pepper him with questions or remark on the answers he's already given me.  Then he proceeds to tell me I'm obsessive. He has been my doctor for almost 30 years and he's just now figured out I'm obsessive? I know it doesn't do any good to worry, we won't even know if we have a secondary problem until May or June but I want to know what it is, what can be done about it, how it happened and can it be cured.  That's just my way of handling it.  And, yes I'm up all night reading everything I can find about both because I'm not sure which one it would be and I want to be prepared for both.
So now it's time to get up and I'll make a cup of coffee and go sit in my sun room and wait for the morning.  Since I was eighteen years old I have waken and listed ten things to be thankful for each day.  Today I am thankful for Google, my sweet Bandit, my sun room, coffee, my husband who I adore (sleeping in the next room), a house I've been able to tear apart and put back together a little at a time (it's been a great learning experience!), two remarkable children that grew into the most amazing adults, one fabulous grandson, my baby brother who is getting ready to marry and give me the sweetest sister in the whole world, and last but not least, Jennifer, my sister to be who brings with her a niece and a nephew that we already feel belong to us.  This morning it's mostly about family.