Marissa Lingen (mrissa) wrote,
Marissa Lingen
mrissa

Wednesday update

My doctor took a bunch of blood and will run it through the full workup of tests again, either for something newly wrong or for a trend in my blood tests over the last year. If I'm having consistently falling levels of something-or-other, even if they're still in the normal range, she'll spot it. I also have two specialists to see, consecutively rather than concurrently, and a third specialist whose tests sound unpleasant and unlikely to arrive at the root of the problem, and so who we have not decided to have me see yet, preferring to see if the others come up with something or if the symptoms go away again. So I'll be making the first of those appointments today if they'll let me.

The Nurse Poodle does not approve of people taking my blood. She keeps sniffing the spot in crook of my elbow and looking up at me: monkey, is this okay? Concerned Puppy Face is extremely sweet. Also, Ista came back from her grooming on Monday particularly fine. The neighbors across the circle sent their articulate five-year-old with some of their garden strawberries for us, and she kept repeating, "Oh, she's so pretty, what a pretty little poodle puppy!" (Ista was also much taken with the kiddo.)

I am still much less steady than I would prefer to be. As of this morning, I am still not drive-safe. I continue to have hopes that this will ease off soon. I have all kinds of stuff I've been wanting to babble about on lj, but it just hasn't been making the cut for spending my upright time.

I don't like to whine, but I am not enjoying this. Other than the dizziness, I'm mostly feeling fine, so I'm annoyed with having to behave more like an invalid than I feel. And then I stand up, or even sit without support, and I feel plenty broken. So. We will try to get there from here. And we will try not to be too cranky in the meantime.

columbina asked readers to write clerihews for C. -- not necessarily featuring C., I don't think -- and I told timprov I wouldn't ask you-all to write me limericks because I feared you'd do it. So: what wouldn't you ask of your friendslist, knowing that several of them would oblige?
Tags: sick and wrong, stupid vertigo
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