Re: Walk softly...Part 1keisoloOctober 24 2008, 16:34:14 UTC
I had some vague memories of you around that time, but I wasn't sure. One of the most frustrating things about the aftermath is that there is a lot that I lost about that timeframe. I was sleeping so little and working too much, and in the end had dropped to around 60 lbs before a friend found the answer. I did end up seeing a neurologist, but she decided to experiment on me, since she had no real answers.
As far as how I'm doing now, it is complicated, and this is one of my rare public entries. *laughs* Um. I'll give you some basics, indicate there's more, and maybe I can either friend you, if you feel like keeping up on this journal, or send you an email addy or something.
Tim ended up asking C and I to leave, trigger was something pretty stupid that I think he ended up regretting, though I've never been sure of that. I spent the next.... three? years bouncing around trading housework and cooking and the like for room and board while trying to get healthy. I couldn't work a nine to five, and the medication costs for finishing out the seizures and killing off the active bug that was killing me wiped most of what I managed to scrape together from ex-assets. Sad thing is, from what data I've heard since, Tim and his family decided it had been meth. Yay. Never touched the stuff and never will, but... *shrugs* I'm healthyish again. At least as far as weight goes. My partner was pretty happy when that FINALLY happened. Relatively recent, too. Bad thing is that entire process beat me up fairly badly... I've been in a wheelchair off and on for three years. I ate a lot of neural sheathing, apparently, which makes some of my longterm endemic issues worse. Bleagh. Anyway, there's a lot more data in and around that if you want.
I did end up seeing a neurologist, but she decided to experiment on me, since she had no real answers.
As far as how I'm doing now, it is complicated, and this is one of my rare public entries. *laughs* Um. I'll give you some basics, indicate there's more, and maybe I can either friend you, if you feel like keeping up on this journal, or send you an email addy or something.
Tim ended up asking C and I to leave, trigger was something pretty stupid that I think he ended up regretting, though I've never been sure of that. I spent the next.... three? years bouncing around trading housework and cooking and the like for room and board while trying to get healthy. I couldn't work a nine to five, and the medication costs for finishing out the seizures and killing off the active bug that was killing me wiped most of what I managed to scrape together from ex-assets. Sad thing is, from what data I've heard since, Tim and his family decided it had been meth. Yay. Never touched the stuff and never will, but... *shrugs*
I'm healthyish again. At least as far as weight goes. My partner was pretty happy when that FINALLY happened. Relatively recent, too. Bad thing is that entire process beat me up fairly badly... I've been in a wheelchair off and on for three years. I ate a lot of neural sheathing, apparently, which makes some of my longterm endemic issues worse.
Bleagh. Anyway, there's a lot more data in and around that if you want.
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