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... in both my speech and my writing.
The second time I posted a kuro5hin diary then was quite puzzled to find i'd written "I liked Caltech because they had sushi there".
Tech is a technical institute; they did not have sushi there. During my studies there I never ate sushi because I regarded raw fish as disgusting.
The last two times I got a CT scan then an MRI, all three times they tested my blood and my urine
Neither the staffs of all three hospitals, nor my outpaitieny witch doctors, my shrinks nor my regular doctors has ever had the first clue as to what keeps causing this nor how to prevent it.
Just now my ER doc told me he'd prescribe Ativan, which also effective at treating brain seizures and IIRC stroke as well.
From May 2010 to July 2014 I had at least eight brain seizures, four of which led to my entering Fugue States - Wikipedia has a good article - for as long as a solid month but in my own conscious experience felt to me as if I'd been unconscious for less than a second.
That I have such a severe mental illness led one of my EMTs suggested this may be a Psycosomatic Illness. I had one such for 25 years, but when it finally occurred to me to consider it could be Psychosomatic I was delightfully puzzled to discover that I could make it go away then come back just by thinking about doing so.
That I'm so insightful about my Madness and so eloquent at writing about it leads some shrinks and witch doctors - some aren't my doctors, rather my friends - to regard me as The Second Coming Of Christ.
Just now got a cranial CT scan. Diagnostic Radiologist will give my ER doc his report in a half hour. Half hour ago took 1 mg of Ativan; two would have put me right to sleep.
If my brain scan turns up normal my doc says he'll discharge me, but this is the first time my doc will refer me to an outpatient Neurologist, from who I will request an Electroencephalograph Test.
There's a startup in Eugene Oregon which makes EEG probes that are far more zensitive tha the usu find wires with sharp ends that the poke directly into one's scalp. That Eugene companany's probes are attached to a one centimeter mesh that is draped over one's head
That Ativan is making me sleepy so I'll chill for a while.
(Score: 3, Interesting) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Sunday November 25 2018, @08:36AM
It's too late to get home, but not too late to get to an all-night restaurant in north portland where a very close friend works as a graveyard shift waitress.
All Hail Christmas Materialism! I earned enough tips in just _one_ twenty minute set this afternoon to tip my dinner waitress, then purchase infinite coffee at Shari's Restaurant And Pies as well as to tip my friend two clams.
The first time she and I met for coffee - at Latte Da near 39th and Main in Vancouver - after we talked for I while I asked her, "Are you a Hippy Chick?"
"Definitely!"
I expect you would agree with my reasons for not explaining why I asked her that, were I to instead to tell you what those reasons were. ;-D
Today's tips came to eight clams thirty, one such tip being a five spot! Righteous.
That happens from time to time; much more rarely I get a ten, twice now I've gotten a twenty!
That leads me to feel confident I will one day get accepted to be the lead singer for a band, but before I audition for any bands, I must improve the overall quality of my singing.
Most truly famous singers in greatly expressive ways that is unique to each individual singer. I started development my own singing style a few months ago. However, I sometimes fail to hit high notes; when that happens my voice cracks and I am overcome by uncontrollable coughing.
Sometimes I totally _space_ the lyrics right in the middle of a song. That leads me to stand there silently like an imbecile while I try to recover the lyrics. Sometimes I stumble over just a few words, and often compensate for so stumbling by quickly coming up with credible-sounding lyrics of my own creation.
My ER Doc gave me a written referral to a Neurologist he personally knows. That always works a whole lot better than referrals from Primary Care Physics. Thus I am confident that if _anyone_ at all can obtain insight into why this happens, as well as - hopefully! - to prevent it, it will be that Neurologist I just got referred to
Just now I got off the Green Line at the Rose Quarter - a big transit hub opposite Oldtown across the Willamette River - and now await the northbound Yellow Line. I'll get off that the Delta Park/Vanport stop in North Portland about a mile south of the Columbia, from their it's a six-minute walk to Share's and my waitress friend.
And truly _infinite_ coffee for just two clams sixty five plus a tip; my friend's tip will be two clams thirty five when I depart at 4:30 this coming morning when the trains all start running again.
When I get back to the Delta Park/Vanport stop I will evaluate whether my mental, physicals and emotional states are such that they would facilitate yet one more day of work without having slept since six Friday even, or whether I should take the C-TRAN #60 across the Columbia, then from Downtown Vancouver to Fourth Plain and Stapleton, from their to walk home, when at home to in bed, and to sleep.
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(Score: 1, Insightful) by Anonymous Coward on Sunday November 25 2018, @11:02AM (1 child)
MDC,
You seem to have these health misadventures at the worst times (late Saturday night on Thanksgiving weekend is really bad timing). Maybe you need to keep some emergency cash/credit somewhere so you can get a Lyft or Uber during these times that seriously conflict with your local bus schedules.
Take care of yourself. I realize that is easier said than done, but it really is worth the effort. The stress that accompanies a health emergency is always shit icing on a crappy cake.
Get some rest,
Señor AC
(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Sunday November 25 2018, @12:53PM
Late at night I take a cab - "I hope you're OK!" Said one such cab driver.
"I'm a wingnut so i come here all the time."
If I'm totally freaking, severely Manic suicidal or psychotic or if I don't have cab far I always call 9-1-1 to "request _nonemergency_ Psychiatric transport". Some but not all EMTs are specially trained to deal with wingnuts like me
A month ago that my pharmacy screwed up my iinsurance records in their box so I quite fearfully and carefully rationed all my meds. A few days after I ran completely out I wasn't crazy rather I was so physically sick that when I desperately implored 9-1-1 to "PLEASE HELP ME!" I hyperventilated and close to total asphyxiation right there on the
Phone
I have the Boy Scout First Aid Merit Badge so I eventually clued in to breathing _out_ as hyperventilation is inhaling too much then try to that precious oxygen by inhaling even _more_.
That led two cops, two firefighters, two EMTs and their ambulance to arrive expeditiously.
After I somewhat more calmly explained I was clean out of all my Happy Pills, one of the two firefighters pointed out that the worst of the symptoms of suddenly stopping psych meds often appears a few days _after_ ones final dose. I did not even remotely expect that but He Spoke The Truth
At the ER they gave me one dose of all my meds then sedated me _heavily_ with a huge dose of the antipsychotic Haldol then let me sleep until the following afternoon then sent me on my way with a "Compassionate" and so free of charge seven day supply of all my meds.
I took the bus home; by the time I got there I felt just fine.
A few days later my pharmacist and I worked together to fix their borked records of my insurinance info. It took about five minutes for me to discover they'd entered my policy number incorrectly. I read them the correct number off my insurance card. The were immediately able to charge the lot of my pills to Molina. Just now I started taking my first refills thirty days after de-borking their fuck-up
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(Score: 2) by MichaelDavidCrawford on Sunday November 25 2018, @04:05PM
The busses from north portland over the columbia to downtown vancouver, on Sundays don't run for a couple hours after the light rails starts up for the day, so I took the MAX Yellow Line from that restaurant in North Portland back to my office Downtown so I could while for a while as I drink herbal tea and prepared a real meal.
But the C-TRAN #60 to Vancouver are running now, I'm quite sleepy. NedSpace's management requested I not sleep in my office anymore, I expect because I Snore Like A Chainsaw, so I'll head home now so I Can Sleep Like The Dead In My Warm Cozy Bed.
I expect I'll get back up around midnight tonight. I have to be awake during business hours on Monday, so I might possibly come back in to work, then work through the night here on Portland, but if I get up after the busses stop running, I'll work through the night at home then take the bus and train from home to work around 7:30 tomorrow morning.
KTHXBAI
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