I feel like I've been banging my head against a brick wall. Literally. My head hurts so bad, especially when I first rise from lying down. I had my LP Friday morning, and the headache started about 24 hours later. I had to wait the weekend, lying flat, drinking lots of liquids and caffeine, eating food with high water content (watermelon, apples, etc.)
Let me back up and share my LP experience. I checked in at 8 am, and explained my bladder issues and that if I needed to be flat for a couple of hours, a catheter might be a good idea. The nurse (?) refused, saying it would just irritate my bladder more. Then she refused to have my blood drawn, because she didn't understand the orders; which were for the CSF and which were for the blood. She refused to let me take my pain medication (I had forgotten earlier), and refused to let me take my diazepam to help me relax (which may even have helped my bladder). I had two people draw blood from me.
When I gotten taken into the room for my procedure, the radiologist decided to do another patient first, so I kept having to climb off the gurney and use the restroom. I took my lumbar MRIs since I have some disc protrusions and facet arthropathy and a general mess. The radiologist didn't look at them, saying he was more interested in the bony structure. Oh, and he kept coughing.
He made three punctures, the first one hitting the nerve root on the left side of L4-5 (shooting electric pain down left leg. He pushed and pushed, and couldn't get to CSF. 2nd try; hit nerve on right side, pain down right leg, push, push, moved it a little, hit a bone, decided to try again. Oh, yeah, and he kept moving the table. I was laying face down with a small pillow under my lower tummy. He tried having me lift one hip, moved the table, push push, moved table, my hip, table, said there must be some scar tissue. Shot more Lidocaine, tried the L3-4 level. By then the table was almost straight up and down and I was standing on one leg like a stork. He finally got the tap, but not much flow, then it finally flowed more, so he filled 4 or 5 big tubes.
Back in recovery; nurses were apparently in short supply, and the woman in the next bed had apparently worked for the hospital system as nurse for many years, and got constant care. It took me a long time to get a passing phlebotomist to listen to the fact that I had to urinate; she brought a pad and a bedpan, explaining how important it was for me to lie flat until my ride came, and was very nice when I totally filled the pan and overflowed on the pad she put down first. She also noticed that I hadn't eaten the food they had brought. I'm allergic to eggs and don't eat mayo, so she brought me a plain turkey sandwich on whole wheat and put a packet of mustard on it for me.That was the last care I got.
I only had one small cup of water; they also brought a little cup of "juice" which contained mostly high fructose corn syrup. I still had to urinate, and spent quite some time trying to get help. I had nurses working on each side of me, but they both ignored me. I finally caught the one that gave me a hard time about bloodwork and meds, and she stared at me and told me to get up and use the bathroom. I told her that I was told to stay flat until my ride arrived, and she said that was only 40 minutes away, and walked off. The other nurse came and explained that the staying flat was really only necessary for the first hour, and that I would be fine.
My only discharge instructions (by nurse ratchet) was "rest at home today and then increase your activity as tolerated. Standard discharge for non-surgical procedure; call doctor if any of a list of things happen, including getting a spinal headache, but there was no doctor's name or number listed.
I called my neurologist's office that afternoon, as my lower right quadrant was glowing from nerve pain where the radiologist "pinched" my nerve root. I was told to talk to him, and when he called, he said that what he had done was a simple procedure, the pain would subside, and that I could get up and do light household stuff, with no heavy lifting and being careful on stairs.
I stayed flat and drank lots of water, then checked my e-mail when no headache developed. Slept well after extra 50 mg. Lyrica (calmed the nerve pain right down), then the headache found me Saturday morning.
I called my neurologist's today, and was told I needed to talk to the radiologist, but they couldn't get a hold of him. I called a friend with insider info, got his direct number, and called him. He wanted to know how I got that number, and I just said I know someone that works in the hospital complex who gave it to me after no one else could get ahold of him. I explained my symptoms, the pain, dizziness, blurry vision, and lots of "floaters" in both eyes.
He said that a spinal headache usually didn't come on until 3 or 4 days after the LP, and the dizziness and blurred vision weren't after effects of an LP, so he would be leery of calling it a spinal headache. He put me on hold, then came back and told me that if it was a spinal headache, then I might need a blood patch and he didn't do that so I would need to talk to an anesthesiologist, and gave me a couple phone numbers. One was labor and delivery, and the other was a pager.
I called my neurologist's office again, and her assistant and I chuckled some (maybe there would be an anesthesiologist around labor and delivery), she made note of my symptoms, and shortly my neurologist called me back. She asked me why the radiologist had said what he had said, and I told her that my guess would be that he had no clear idea of the after effects of the procedure that he had performed on my. She seemed to agree. :o)
She told me to call her first thing tomorrow if the headache doesn't go away, and she'll get me a good anesthesiologist to do the blood patch, and a catheter if necessary.
I'm sorry this is so long, but I'm typing through pain and what feels like a million hours of it and frustration. I so needed to vent, and my cat doesn't listen very well, my best friend was at a convention, my next best friend recently lost her companion dog of 13 years and can only listen to so much of another's pain.
Thank you all for being here. I crawled out of bed a few times to check in, and I think y'all kept my head from exploding! Finding this site sure has been a blessing.
Hugs (gentle) to all!