I can see for miles and miles...

I tell you what, this liquid b12 is amazing. I have energy, which is great cause I'm up to my neck in paint, I've lost 5 lbs in two days (they weren't joking about metabolism-increasing!), and I'm hoping it'll forestall any recurrence of the scary blind spot- that mess was painful. No joke, the b12 hits fast, and you end up jiving and jittering and ready to run in circles around your desk 'til it calms down. Not great for work, but waaaay better than apathetic grumpiness. I might even try quitting smoking again. Maybe- let's not get too ambitious too fast. :)

“They say it is better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?”

Guess what? It's entirely possible that I'm not bipolar! Yes, a depressive paininthebutt, but not necessarily bipo! The blood tests found that a bunch of my hormones are way outta whack, which could explain the awfulness I've been dealing with the last coupla years, on top of the low b12 that made me think I was going blind, so now... I get to see another doctor. Whee!








Of course, it's after five and I haven't yet heard about the new apartment, but my fingers are still crossed. :)

It's not something social!

So I've had nine blood tests, an MRI, 2 docs so far, and they still can't tell me what the deal is with my blind spot. Might be a B-12 thing, might be....anything, really. The best part? No matter the cause, they can't fix it. It may get better, worse, go away, or never go away... nobody knows. Modern frickin' medicine. Sheesh.

Put the lime in the coconut, then you'll feel better

Ya know, I can go five years without seeing a doc, and then everything comes down at once. ALL I WANTED was new contacts, and now I find out that a weird blind spot in your vision can mean anything from a viral infection to syphilis to multiple sclerosis to cancer. Yay! I get nine blood tests, a vomitously expensive MRI tomorrow night, and possibly a spinal tap. The neuro yesterday cost 50 bucks, was sooooo snippy, and didn't tell me a damn thing I didn't know from Googling over the weekend. (When will I get a job that pays me just to do research? I'm good at it). I am wigging out, with fear of the results, worry about the money, you name it. No biggie, it's most likely one of the stupid reasons like a B-12 deficiency, but I can't help being scared. I'll let y'all know. Well, unless it's syphilis- it's bad enough having the neuro say, "Well, it's not like you're a virgin, are you?" (Judgey, much?) and my brother faking 18th-century-British-gentlemens' accents and offering to watch "This is Spinal Tap" with me without you goofballs laughing ("Syphilis? What? Nobody's had that since Al Capone! Did she date a geriatric?" etc). Gah. I wish I'd just get squashed by a bus already- it's cheaper.