...and the world is new!
Stupid LiveJournal broke right when I had good news.
Thursday, I went to see an accupuncturist down in Mooresville. He was really helpful and friendly, told me that there was a very good chance that he could help me with my problems. He actually diagnosed some additional symptoms like my freakish intolerance for heat as part of the same problem. Apparently some sort of internal heat regulation system is out of whack and not piping the heat out of my head right. Or something.
Anyway, I was able to secure another appointment Friday morning (what a turn-around!), so I went back and got poked with needles. For my particular problem, the meridians he needed to jab were located in the top of my head, the sides of my thighs (about where my fingers touch when I put my hands at my sides), the tissue between my thumb and forefinger on each hand, each wrist right below the heel of the hand, the tissue between my big toe and whatever that next toe is called (the "index toe?"), and the inside-rear of each ankle. He put the needles in at polar opposites: left wrist, right ankle, right wrist, left ankle, etc., and it was really weird feeling the sensations flit through my body. When he put the needle into my leg, I could feel this...shooting thing move down my leg and into my pinkie toe. The needles themselves were only about as big around as a hair and solid, not hollow like injection needles, so there wasn't a sticking sensation. It just felt like I'd scratched a little harder than I ought to. So, he let me "cook" for about 10 minutes. All the while I felt lighter, like gravity wasn't pressing down on me nearly as hard. Then, I got up, got re-dressed, and left.
While I was on the way home, it was like this curtain lifted inside my mind. I could think clearly again! That fog that had been accompanying my headaches for so long was just...gone! So, I put in a CD I hadn't listened to in ages (Project 86's "Drawing Black Lines") and took the long way home to get cheap gas. When I got home, I felt like I could bench press a car. I was nearly euphoric. So, I told Mom about it and she seemed really happy. I called Amanda and told her and she was almost as happy as I was. So, she wrangled her mom into bringing her over for a little while. I went out for a walk around the neighborhood, listening to another CD that I haven't listened to in a long time.
So, Amanda came over and we watched some episodes of "Good Eats" she'd recorded for me before going out to eat at CiCi's. [Editor's Note: It was already kinda late on a Friday night when we decided to go out to eat, there aren't that many places in Statesvegas to eat, and I don't really like loud noises still.] It was slightly louder than expected, but there was still a crapton of good pizza and those delicious cinnamon rolls. I swear, I could sit there and eat those all day, and in the process cultivate type III diabetes.
Anyway, we sat and talked for way longer than we should have in such an establishment and then I took her home so I could be back in time to catch "Battlestar Galactica." I wanted to also see the new "Doctor Who" this week because it had those fancy art deco Cybermen in it, but it wasn't meant to be. So I'll have to wait for re-runs. I didn't really blow off Amanda for this stuff, either, since Sci-Fi shows each of those at least two times on Friday nights and I was back around 11:00. I spent a whole day like a normal person! My headache wasn't really any less than normal, but I could think again!
Then there was today.
I woke up this morning feeling like I have been these past six months. Mom and Dad were going to Durham to stay with my grandparents while my aunt (who lives in town) is gone for her anniversary. Ever since my grandfather fell and messed up the shoulder on his good arm, my grandmother's had to do just about everything for him. See, my grandfather has Parkinson's and can't hold anything in his right hand without it shaking violently, so having his left arm bound up in a sling is sort of significantly debilitating for him. So, Mom & Dad went to go help out a little, take some pies and all that. I wanted to go with them, but couldn't because of my head hurting. So, I stayed home.
Later on in the afternoon, I started to feel better, so I got up and did something else. One of my dad's co-workers needed his computer "cleaned out" so that it would work right again, but while I was bringing it inside I noticed that it could also use a literal cleaning out. And so could my mom's. I took 'em both out into the carport and put them on one of my dad's work tables so the dust wouldn't just collect somewhere else in the house. While I was doing this, the neighbor boys came over wanting to know if I could a) play Sim City with them, b) play trains with them, and/or c) help with some Cub Scout stuff. They helped (in quotation marks, when it comes to Collin since he's 2) and I helped Bryant (the oldest) with a little bit on one of his merit badge-like pins.
One of the requirements for this one is that he build and fire a model rocket. Well, that's right up my alley! I went to a 4H-run space camp (not as prestigious as the NASA one) where we built our own rockets from kits and then got to solder together our own launch pads. So, I dug mine out only to find that the battery in it had ruptured and leaked some battery acid into the neat military ammo box I was keeping it in. And both my rocktes were broken, so we had to go to Wal-Mart. They asked me to since I knew more about the stuff and the parents were in the middle of helping the middle son with something for a rank advancement. So, we went and got this really neat (and surprisingly cheap) kit that had 2 rockets, 2 engines, a launch stand, and an ignition controller. It needed model cement and paint which happened to be conveniently located right there, too, so we grabbed some of that and headed on home. By this time, of course, it was clearly too late to launch that day so I told him we'd work on it and get it up in the air some time in the next couple of days.
Which meant it was back to the computering. I plugged up the project one and...sweet, fancy Moses. I have never seen a computer that bad. There just aren't words to describe how much crap was in that system. Spybot and Ad-Aware both caught somewhere around 300 unique items each. Not to mention the two Trojans and numerous other viruseses AVG caught and the .DLL I had to manually remove since it was acting as a faux Windows shell. Talk about infested! But she's cleaned up, immunized, IE has been deactivated, Firefox is in place, and she's purrin' like a kitten with a throat condition.
Hey, I can't help it that the fan sucks.
But look at this entry! There's stuff in it! I did something!
Thursday, I went to see an accupuncturist down in Mooresville. He was really helpful and friendly, told me that there was a very good chance that he could help me with my problems. He actually diagnosed some additional symptoms like my freakish intolerance for heat as part of the same problem. Apparently some sort of internal heat regulation system is out of whack and not piping the heat out of my head right. Or something.
Anyway, I was able to secure another appointment Friday morning (what a turn-around!), so I went back and got poked with needles. For my particular problem, the meridians he needed to jab were located in the top of my head, the sides of my thighs (about where my fingers touch when I put my hands at my sides), the tissue between my thumb and forefinger on each hand, each wrist right below the heel of the hand, the tissue between my big toe and whatever that next toe is called (the "index toe?"), and the inside-rear of each ankle. He put the needles in at polar opposites: left wrist, right ankle, right wrist, left ankle, etc., and it was really weird feeling the sensations flit through my body. When he put the needle into my leg, I could feel this...shooting thing move down my leg and into my pinkie toe. The needles themselves were only about as big around as a hair and solid, not hollow like injection needles, so there wasn't a sticking sensation. It just felt like I'd scratched a little harder than I ought to. So, he let me "cook" for about 10 minutes. All the while I felt lighter, like gravity wasn't pressing down on me nearly as hard. Then, I got up, got re-dressed, and left.
While I was on the way home, it was like this curtain lifted inside my mind. I could think clearly again! That fog that had been accompanying my headaches for so long was just...gone! So, I put in a CD I hadn't listened to in ages (Project 86's "Drawing Black Lines") and took the long way home to get cheap gas. When I got home, I felt like I could bench press a car. I was nearly euphoric. So, I told Mom about it and she seemed really happy. I called Amanda and told her and she was almost as happy as I was. So, she wrangled her mom into bringing her over for a little while. I went out for a walk around the neighborhood, listening to another CD that I haven't listened to in a long time.
So, Amanda came over and we watched some episodes of "Good Eats" she'd recorded for me before going out to eat at CiCi's. [Editor's Note: It was already kinda late on a Friday night when we decided to go out to eat, there aren't that many places in Statesvegas to eat, and I don't really like loud noises still.] It was slightly louder than expected, but there was still a crapton of good pizza and those delicious cinnamon rolls. I swear, I could sit there and eat those all day, and in the process cultivate type III diabetes.
Anyway, we sat and talked for way longer than we should have in such an establishment and then I took her home so I could be back in time to catch "Battlestar Galactica." I wanted to also see the new "Doctor Who" this week because it had those fancy art deco Cybermen in it, but it wasn't meant to be. So I'll have to wait for re-runs. I didn't really blow off Amanda for this stuff, either, since Sci-Fi shows each of those at least two times on Friday nights and I was back around 11:00. I spent a whole day like a normal person! My headache wasn't really any less than normal, but I could think again!
Then there was today.
I woke up this morning feeling like I have been these past six months. Mom and Dad were going to Durham to stay with my grandparents while my aunt (who lives in town) is gone for her anniversary. Ever since my grandfather fell and messed up the shoulder on his good arm, my grandmother's had to do just about everything for him. See, my grandfather has Parkinson's and can't hold anything in his right hand without it shaking violently, so having his left arm bound up in a sling is sort of significantly debilitating for him. So, Mom & Dad went to go help out a little, take some pies and all that. I wanted to go with them, but couldn't because of my head hurting. So, I stayed home.
Later on in the afternoon, I started to feel better, so I got up and did something else. One of my dad's co-workers needed his computer "cleaned out" so that it would work right again, but while I was bringing it inside I noticed that it could also use a literal cleaning out. And so could my mom's. I took 'em both out into the carport and put them on one of my dad's work tables so the dust wouldn't just collect somewhere else in the house. While I was doing this, the neighbor boys came over wanting to know if I could a) play Sim City with them, b) play trains with them, and/or c) help with some Cub Scout stuff. They helped (in quotation marks, when it comes to Collin since he's 2) and I helped Bryant (the oldest) with a little bit on one of his merit badge-like pins.
One of the requirements for this one is that he build and fire a model rocket. Well, that's right up my alley! I went to a 4H-run space camp (not as prestigious as the NASA one) where we built our own rockets from kits and then got to solder together our own launch pads. So, I dug mine out only to find that the battery in it had ruptured and leaked some battery acid into the neat military ammo box I was keeping it in. And both my rocktes were broken, so we had to go to Wal-Mart. They asked me to since I knew more about the stuff and the parents were in the middle of helping the middle son with something for a rank advancement. So, we went and got this really neat (and surprisingly cheap) kit that had 2 rockets, 2 engines, a launch stand, and an ignition controller. It needed model cement and paint which happened to be conveniently located right there, too, so we grabbed some of that and headed on home. By this time, of course, it was clearly too late to launch that day so I told him we'd work on it and get it up in the air some time in the next couple of days.
Which meant it was back to the computering. I plugged up the project one and...sweet, fancy Moses. I have never seen a computer that bad. There just aren't words to describe how much crap was in that system. Spybot and Ad-Aware both caught somewhere around 300 unique items each. Not to mention the two Trojans and numerous other viruseses AVG caught and the .DLL I had to manually remove since it was acting as a faux Windows shell. Talk about infested! But she's cleaned up, immunized, IE has been deactivated, Firefox is in place, and she's purrin' like a kitten with a throat condition.
Hey, I can't help it that the fan sucks.
But look at this entry! There's stuff in it! I did something!