EEGs are good. Finding out for sure whether you're having seizures, also good. Prospect of puzzling your way through medication conflicts, less good. Heart-rate induced symptoms, not good int he slightest.
You know, I sometimes keep a little list in my head for all the craxy things my body does to me, so I can recite them off to my doctor next time I go (January). But, they are things like "annoying bone spur in foot" and "scaly patches of skin" and "ways to improve bad back" and "excessive snot on more days than not," and never cross that threshold into Call The Doctor Now. I am pretty lucky.
Heck, if kissing frogs would work....
But not those hallucinogenic poison ones. Those would definitely not help.
That snot funny.
Sorry. That one is coded in me. Dad drags it out every chance he gets.
It would be really satisfying to put my foot through some drywall about now. Except that would rather damage my shoes, so no.
It's funny, the odd piddly little things that turn me into a psycho. I can nonfrothily discuss tyranny, oppression, politics and human cruelty but my god, you give me a crappy website and tell me I have to use it, and suddenly I'm a raving lunatic. Ditto leafblowers, city buses driving, and my apartment management.
I continue to worry about ita in a completely useless across the country way. Also continue to be available for theraputic venting. and, of course, continue to cherish.
sara continues to be a cutiehead no matter what she says.
Allyson continues to be smart, funny, pretty, and competent despite what her head is telling her.
What about me, msbelle?
::makes big puppy eyes::
She wants me on anti-epileptic prophylactic meds, in case the fainting is seizures, and I need to get an EEG.
Grrr. I grrr on your behalf.
Hey, I know someone studying Chinese medicine. Because she is so lovely and so warm, I am thinking about getting a work up from one of the doctors at her school. She's at Yo San University.
Theo, you can take the cutiehead designation. Please. Feel free.
I need to go buy plumbing tape, a washer and possibly a toilet seat. No more spit showers for me!
I can't believe how tired I am. Want to go home and sleep.