I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make people nervous. I was really confused there for a bit. I won't go away.

I think I had another seizure. I'm on the phone with the nurse at the Epilepsy Clinic right now (actually, I'm on hold while she talks to the doctor).

Oh, VW, I hope this is something they can figure out and stop. Quickly, and without side effects.

Because if anyone deserves to have something go medically right for a change, it's you.

Ok. The nurse talked to the doctor (not my doctor, 'cause he's not available). I'm supposed to increase my dosage of dilantin tonight and really relax today. She told me to go take a nap, so I'm gonna do that after my therapist calls. I took some seroquel to help me calm down and be able to sleep.

I'm scared, though, 'cause I'm not really sure this is gonna fix it. I had 1,000mg through IV on Monday. I would have thought that should have kicked in by now. But, I'm glad I don't have to go to the ER.

I think I might page my psychopharm, though, so he can hurry up the talks about switching my medication, in case that's the problem.

Also, I'm hungry and have no clean dishes and no energy to wash them. Have I mentioned lately that I kind of hate my life?

Poor bug. Can you have a sandwich or a piece of fruit or something that doesn't really require a plate? Eat something right out of the can, perhaps?

I kind of hate my life, too, right now, though I don't have good reason to. Just none of my clothes fit and I look like ass. That's what I get for having mirrors.

Ooooo...a sandwhich. That's a good idea. I love you guys.

vw, I think you're justified in being hate-ish with your life right now, it's not treating you right I really hope you and the docs get the balance back soon. {{vw}}

My DH did not quit outright yesterday, but he's still trying to work out a way to take the work he does for one client and just do that part-time rather than working for the non-profit where he is now.

I hope that works out, Sparky.

If I just keep my coat on, no one will notice that I'm not wearing a jacket, right?

Have I mentioned lately that I kind of hate my life?

I feel like I say this about once a month, but it's too bad you don't live closer. Ellie and I would love to take you away from your life for a while. And, we have clean dishes. Of course, I want a sandwich right now too, but Ellie is dead set on me holding her and doing nothing else. Apparently, even typing crosses the line.

I kind of hate my life, too, right now, though I don't have good reason to. Just none of my clothes fit and I look like ass.

Wanna come thrifting with me and Lee and possibly juliana next weekend? At the very least, we could visit the Fluevog store and find you shoes so nifty that the rest of your body feels spiffier by association. And pirate-stripey stockings, and foofy coffee drinks or maybe a giant bowl of savory Asian fusion pasta bigger than your head.

eta: vw is invited, too, though it's less practical. I am vibing you sandwiches and Toto affection and medication-ma and a long, deep, nourishing nap. The kind you wake up from and feel like you've just been born.