Quick update for those following at home.
MRI #2 taken on Wednesday afternoon showed that 'something' was in fact lurking somewhere in my left eye orbit. My Internist referred me to a vision specialist where I spent the afternoon yesterday getting poked and prodded.
For the record, I LOATHE having my eyes touched. It was an unpleasant afternoon to say the least. I may have begged M to instead let me just go have a root canal. He didn't let me. Though he did hold my hands tight for comfort and to keep me from decking the doctor as she pushed against my eye balls again, and again, and again. GAH.
The long and short of it is, yes, there is 'something,' but it's not affecting my eye in any way. Perfect vision, perfect tension, perfect nerves, perfect muscles. Which I could have told her since I had this exact same exam a month ago, but whatever.
Next step is a visit with an Oculoplastics specialist to see if anything actually needs to be done about the 'something.'
While she was at it the ophthalmologist poopooed every one of the radiologists suggestions about what might be going on.(Big scary words like lymphoma and pseudotumor) that sent me into a panic yesterday. None of my symptoms even come close to the symptoms caused by the issues suggested.
So more yay.
I am putting yesterday's hysteria regarding the 'something' on the left behind me and moving on. At the end of the month I see the neurosurgeon regarding the other 'something' on the right. At this point though, I'm pretty convinced that at the end of the road the docs will shrug their shoulders and say "eh, people have lumps, they don't always do anything, here are some meds for your migraines, go run.
Then I shall lace up my shoes and bounce my way to the YMCA where I will run my little heart out. The next day, when my legs hurt and I'm whining you can all remind me how badly I wanted to feel that pain. K?