Thank you.
Thanks to everyone for leaving me all the silly/sweet/smart ass comments. I enjoyed them all. I'm too tired to respond to each individually, so forgive me for that.
It turns out I have another abscess, and the infection in my head is why my energy has taken another dive from its already crappy level. Three hours in the hospital; I think that's a new record for the shortest time I've ever spent in an ER. But, now I know what's going on.
Also, my insurance is hesitant to approve the medication my doctor wants me to switch to (for narcolepsy), but that should be resolved by next week.
With any luck, in two weeks I will be more awake, more healthy, and have more energy than I have had in a very, very long time. At this point, I can't make myself care. The past three months have been utterly ridiculous and difficult, and I have pushed myself to the breaking point. I'm not entirely sure how it got so bad, but I just kept thinking that I could do it if I could get back to "normal" again. I need to stop punishing myself for not being there yet, and to accept that my old "normal" may no longer exist.
I'm going to go fuse with my couch for the next 36 hours, and then attempt to take a Bio exam.
That's gonna be funny.
EDIT: That's *two* abscesses, and I am on the same antibiotic that I took over summer after my oral surgery--the one that made me lose 6 lbs in a week because I was so sick. yay . . . or something.
It turns out I have another abscess, and the infection in my head is why my energy has taken another dive from its already crappy level. Three hours in the hospital; I think that's a new record for the shortest time I've ever spent in an ER. But, now I know what's going on.
Also, my insurance is hesitant to approve the medication my doctor wants me to switch to (for narcolepsy), but that should be resolved by next week.
With any luck, in two weeks I will be more awake, more healthy, and have more energy than I have had in a very, very long time. At this point, I can't make myself care. The past three months have been utterly ridiculous and difficult, and I have pushed myself to the breaking point. I'm not entirely sure how it got so bad, but I just kept thinking that I could do it if I could get back to "normal" again. I need to stop punishing myself for not being there yet, and to accept that my old "normal" may no longer exist.
I'm going to go fuse with my couch for the next 36 hours, and then attempt to take a Bio exam.
That's gonna be funny.
EDIT: That's *two* abscesses, and I am on the same antibiotic that I took over summer after my oral surgery--the one that made me lose 6 lbs in a week because I was so sick. yay . . . or something.