I don’t remember what I dreamed, but my mother said I was laughing while I slept, which means I was deep in REM sleep, a very good sign. I sleep skyclad, aka nude. I informed my neurologist that I would be nude when doing the sleep study.
When she told me there would be technologists observing me, I shrugged and told her I don’t care, which is very true. I prefer being naked while sleeping, and I’d probably fit in nicely at a nudist colony.
Talk about Mercury Retrograde–I cannot drive until I get cleared from my neurologist.
I had a grand mal seizure Tuesday afternoon after a pretty pleasant English faculty meeting. I suffer from high blood pressure and intracranial hypertension aka pseudo tumor. One minute I was standing up to go get my jacket that was still in the office, and 20 minutes later I was quivering in a small pool of urine waking up to my colleagues trying to keep me calm as the EMTs attempted to put me on a stretcher with straps to get me to hospital. I was not very cooperative, I’m afraid, but I ended up in ER with my colleagues Aparajita (from my last podcast, remember?) and Helene riding with me in the ambulance. Many thanks go out to April (another one of my podcasts this year) who was able to calm me down enough to keep me from running away from the EMTs–I really do have a problem with people in uniform telling me what to do.
Several hours later I was home after being prodded and poked and examined. I’ve already seen my GP and I will see my neurologist the same day I see my shrink.
Unrelated visits but both downtown.
I hate not being able to drive without a doctor’s approval.
Home from the dentist: What started out as a $50-75 bill became a $875 bill (payment plan, folks!). Having a metal filling replaced costs MONEY–and apparently this one could not wait…..so now I’m post dentist visit several hours later with a numb mouth and a temporary filling before the permanent replacement…..at least it didn’t hurt.
Of course, I started thinking about many things having to do with tongues, teeth, saliva, taste. The oral implications and thoughts about surrendering oneself to probes, needles, picks, depressors, and gloved hands. Swallowing and spitting.
It’s been a good year for me. Welcome to my early to mid 50s. Seems like I need to consider expanding my creative voice a bit more and truly publish it much more, as well as complete what I need to send out into the academic ocean of voices. Love woke me from the slumber of despair, and it fuels my drive to continue my work. “Love is the law, love under will.”