What's the Effex?

I think I officially hate Effexor.  At least I hope.  It seems that every time something goes wrong that's the cause.  I also don't think my chemo is working anymore.  And thinking is not dependable because my brain isn't functioning properly and I have a headache.  I don't even know why I'm writing right now, except that I know I worried people this afternoon.

I'm having too many occasions throwing up on the sides of highways. Sorry, I should've issued a warning for that one.  But honestly, I'm a mess and the roadways leading to Philly seem to bear the brunt.  I asked for Facebook prayers because of my neurological issues, but not exactly pleased with the vomiting, either.  For posterity's sake I'm going to list my issues now:

On Wednesday I went to the lovely interfaith service at the synagogue, and it was wonderful like every year.  During the dessert that concluded the service, however, I began seeing odd, colorful spots in front of me, and they danced.  I left the service too late, and by the time I got to the car I needed Ken to help me with my balance.  I fudged a few words and got very upset because I could not get out the sounds I meant to say.  I decided to come home and look up possible ailments on the computer, but when I got here I couldn't operate the computer.  I couldn't find the right side of the keyboard, and apparently I spoke gibberish when I tried to explain that to Ken.  VERY scary.  I thought I was having a stroke, but I also had a horrible headache, and I fell asleep before Ken got me any help.

Yesterday morning I woke up and went to the Thanksgiving football game.  I couldn't walk up the bleachers, but otherwise I was not in terrible shape.  Again, I started having trouble in the afternoon, like with the vomiting on the way to Jill's for dinner.  Instead of enjoying turkey with the trimmings with my family, my mom and I went to Penn's ER for the evening.  We pulled up and they took us immediately.  I didn't wait anywhere, within moments I was whisked into a gown in a single room.  My port was tapped, and I was sent up for head CTs.  They checked my head and my sinuses, which have been bothering me quite a bit. 

My sinuses are fine.  My head, not so great.  I might have cancer on my skull again, which I've had before, but less likely is a chance there is cancer in my brain.  I need an MRI. How would I go from there?  This little bit of time I've spent not remembering the meaning of money one minute or my daughter's age the next has been downright terrorizing.  How can I not drive?  I already haven't been able to drive for two days, what if it continues?

When I got to talk to Dr. Fox this morning I asked, "Are you frowning?"  When he's frowning, I know I have to worry.  No, he said, he wasn't frowning.  He thinks I'm having yet another reaction to the Effexor, but we won't know for sure until I have an MRI.  In the meantime he's prescribed steroids.  I just took the first one.  Suddenly I think I've reached my writing capacity, plus Jonah needs to go to bed, so good night.  I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving.