Mine! Minemineminemine!

They are finally in my grubby little hands. *evil cackle*

Ye gods, I haven't seen some of these issues in decades, yet I have huge bleeding chunks of them memorized from reading them over and over and over and over again; I even remember where all the hidden contests are. I'm rapidly remembering how obsessed I was with Games twenty years ago. I'm also realizing how obsessed I am with it now. *happydance*

Susan and Julie are still goddesses. Goddesses, I say! Miles above and beyond the call of duty.

The poking and the prodding and....

So I've got this ongoing Medical Thing, which is intermittent dizzy spells. The spells in question come in two flavors: (a) mild lightheadedness, usually manifesting when I'm worrying about money or work, and (b) major head-whirlies, like I'd just gotten on one of those rides when they spin you around fast enough to stick you to the walls. The former is much more frequent, but the latter does kick in once in a blue moon or so, most recently a week or two ago. I'd talked to the doctor about it roughly a year and a half ago, but it's still around. Aaaaand, since my mother has MS.... Yeah. Made another appointment, which was this morning.

So. After nearly oversleeping straight through it, Dr. B gave me the usual neurological rundown, and we chatted about what might be going on: blood sugar issues, stress, heart weirdnesses, MS, Henry Thripshaw's Disease, whatever. As a result of this conversation, he requested the following, in this order:

1) Better eating habits. I had a Wendy's Triple for dinner tonight. I'll start tomorrow, dammit.

2) Blood work, drawn on site. They do this every time, and even though the last time came up fine and dandy, they like to be sure. That, or they just like to get their ya-yas out by poking blonde guys with needles.

3) Holter monitor, to be done on Thursday, my next day off. I think this is the one that someone on my friends' list had to do (not mentioning names because I don't recall if that was friends' locked or not). Basically, the nice folks at Adirondack Cardiology are going to wire me up like Leibniz the Space Monkey and take a 24-hour reading of my innards. The only thing expressly disallowed during those 24 hours is showering, although I might forgo sex out of sheer unwillingness to 'splain some things:
Doctor: [reading chart] What exactly were you doing at 10:35 p.m.?
Me: Um, how specific to I have to be?

4) MRI, if none of the above produces any big, honking answers. Swellsers. Xanax, please...

And so we go. No big deal, although admittedly I feel like a raging hypochondriac now. ("I feel lightheaded, Doc! Hook me up to the biggest machine ya got, pronto! Put it on Aetna's tab!") Onward, ever onward....