That was wonderful.

I can't sleep and I'm having anxiety and my feet have been swelling.

I think it's a side effect of the Risperidone I'm taking but I called my shrink's office (he's out of the country) and the doctor on call (according to the nurse) said it was probably heat related, but if I was worried or it got worse to check back by Friday.

I had it again today, where my feet feel tight and stretched out and it was almost painful. Plus I've been having pins and needles feelings a lot (like since I started the medication).

I'm calling tomorrow to talk to the nurse again but it's freaking me out.

So, in More Fun Adventures With My Mother, she texted my brother 911 to tell him that she thought she was having a heart attack, but she refused to actually call 911. So, my brother leaves the bar where he's hanging out with some friends (she's lucky that he had only had a beer), goes home and gets the car, and drives over to her place (a 40 minute endeavor). he says "when I walked up to the door, I knew that it was bullshit, because I could hear the dishwasher. Who thinks that they're having a heart attack and turns on the dishwasher?" I told him that I felt his pain, because I'd gotten a call saying that she was having heart palpitations, and was going to take the subway to the hospital. When I lived in Connecticut. @@

Yikes, askye. I hope you get some reassurance soon.

Wow, Vortex. That's ... really something. Personally I might run the dishwasher but only because I am mortified of how I can let dishes pile up. I would strictly be worried about my image. Not enough to vacuum, but I'd run the dishwasher.

Vortex, WTF?

When my father was having his first heart attack he went to work. Went through a whole day of work. Multiple colleagues asked what was wrong and commented that he looked green. He went home, picked at his dinner, then announced that he was sleeping on the sofa because his 'restlessness' would prevent his wife from sleeping soundly. That's when she called for an ambulance, and he went into cardiac arrest while they were inserting an IV line en route to the ER. But then, my dad is kinda the opposite of a hyprochondriac and would never use the threat of a medical problem to manipulate his kids. The denial, it continues to be strong in him. Just call f*cking 911 people! That's why it exists.

IcompletelyON, my "homework" from PT this week includes "have sex." How often do you see that on an Rx pad? Rock on.

IcompletelyON, my "homework" from PT this week includes "have sex." How often do you see that on an Rx pad? Rock on.

Um. where does one pick up that perscription? I could use me some of that.

My mother's issue is that if you call an ambulance and it's not an emergency, the military won't pay for it.

In not so craxy news, I'm making a dessert to take to an outdoor concert on Friday. We'll have a table, so I don't need to worry about ease of eating. Should I make galettes (mini free form pies) or shortcakes? I was thinking strawberry, balsamic and basil and white peaches and blueberries for another option (one of the people going is allergic to strawberries). I can put the shortcakes in leftover Chinese soup containers and then people can assemble at the venue.

Shortcake.

Thinking it *might* not be an emergency and thus might not be worth the cost is why I didn't realize I had a concussion for many, many days after a car accident. Not really an awesome plan. False alarms are bad. But so is ignoring something that might be serious.