I have to add a ps to the last blog...
One of the things (I'm just going to call them doctor and nurse from now on. I'm not dizzy anymore, and I can watch tv, play computer games, and walk around without holding on to the wall) the doctor and nurse both emphasized was to drink plenty of water to rehydrate my brain and to FLUSH THE DYE FROM MY BODY. They said to drink plenty of water until MY URINE WAS CLEAR. I was so worried about that that I drank over 20 oz of water during the first hour home. That might not seem like much to a regular "water drinker", but to me it was, "try not to throw up from drinking so much water" seriously.
Well, every time I went to the bathroom, I would check my urine...clear, clear, clear. I was worried. I kept waiting to see some color in the toilet. I didn't know what color the dye was, but I was sure you would be able to see it. Finally about 4 o'clock I called the nurse. In a very patient, but amused voice, she said, "Ms. Causey, the dye is colorless. We meant we wanted your urine to be clear not ...wait for it....yellow from lack hydration".
To make matters worse, my formally beloved husband said, "I didn't know you were waiting to see the dye".
That's it. I'm over the test. Life goes on!