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slipjig3Mrff. Hard forcing myself to engage online lately. Last week I can blame on project brain (two YouTube videos posted in less than a week, which never happens), but this week I can only chalk up to a combination of inertia and lack of an emotional gas pedal. I did get some good in-person interactions, heading to Boston to hang with felisdemens et al (man, I've forgotten frickin' everybody's username). A wonderful time had with folks I'd not seen in a while, but after an evening of full-bore large-group socializing on Friday I got as far as lunchtime on Saturday before I was requesting living room squatting with as few expectations as possible. Very much worth it. Friday had a fire pit.
Yesterday's adventure was a drive 35 minutes away for an MRI, because no week is complete without sticking your head in a dishwasher and trying not to anxiety-twitch. This was at the request of the neurologist my GP sent me to after I asked about the head-spinny events that have picked up again. Quick recap: I sometimes experience random dizziness, ranging from lightheadedness to Tilt-a-Whirl level, "Could someone please help me to the bedroom to lie down because I'm going to hit the door frame if I try it solo?" type of attacks. These are nothing new, but they've been gaining frequency; going theory is that they're probably anxiety-related (see above agoraphobia) but I made an appointment Just In Case. My GP (or rather, the doctor filling in until my relocated GP has been replaced) checked me out, said it's probably anxiety but ordered blood work and a neuro consult Just In Case. Blood work was fine; neuro gave me the ol' stand-on-one-leg-and-touch-your-nose business, said that he couldn't see any major issues and it's probably anxiety but ordered an MRI Just In Case. Fun.
If you're asking, yes, I'm a fight-or-flight claustrophobe most of the time, but I'd had an MRI before and know the drill: breathe, keep your eyes shut, think of England. Also,hypnagogie offered to come with for moral support and also to drive because of the Ativan I took in advance. Things went smoothly enough, although there were a lot fewer check-ins from the lab techs as we went along, which meant rather more jump scares than I want in a medical procedure. The variety of skull-rattling rhythmic machine noises was diverse and unpredictable, though, so it helped to imagine I was back on felisdemens's couch listening to a lightly-baked German EDM DJ's Twitch stream. We should hear back by tomorrow, assuming all goes well, which I have no reason to believe it won't.
It's garbage night. I should take out the recycling. I do not feel any particular hankering to do so.
felisdemens et al (man, I've forgotten frickin' everybody's username). A wonderful time had with folks I'd not seen in a while, but after an evening of full-bore large-group socializing on Friday I got as far as lunchtime on Saturday before I was requesting living room squatting with as few expectations as possible. Very much worth it. Friday had a fire pit.Yesterday's adventure was a drive 35 minutes away for an MRI, because no week is complete without sticking your head in a dishwasher and trying not to anxiety-twitch. This was at the request of the neurologist my GP sent me to after I asked about the head-spinny events that have picked up again. Quick recap: I sometimes experience random dizziness, ranging from lightheadedness to Tilt-a-Whirl level, "Could someone please help me to the bedroom to lie down because I'm going to hit the door frame if I try it solo?" type of attacks. These are nothing new, but they've been gaining frequency; going theory is that they're probably anxiety-related (see above agoraphobia) but I made an appointment Just In Case. My GP (or rather, the doctor filling in until my relocated GP has been replaced) checked me out, said it's probably anxiety but ordered blood work and a neuro consult Just In Case. Blood work was fine; neuro gave me the ol' stand-on-one-leg-and-touch-your-nose business, said that he couldn't see any major issues and it's probably anxiety but ordered an MRI Just In Case. Fun.
If you're asking, yes, I'm a fight-or-flight claustrophobe most of the time, but I'd had an MRI before and know the drill: breathe, keep your eyes shut, think of England. Also,
hypnagogie offered to come with for moral support and also to drive because of the Ativan I took in advance. Things went smoothly enough, although there were a lot fewer check-ins from the lab techs as we went along, which meant rather more jump scares than I want in a medical procedure. The variety of skull-rattling rhythmic machine noises was diverse and unpredictable, though, so it helped to imagine I was back on felisdemens's couch listening to a lightly-baked German EDM DJ's Twitch stream. We should hear back by tomorrow, assuming all goes well, which I have no reason to believe it won't.It's garbage night. I should take out the recycling. I do not feel any particular hankering to do so.
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Date: 2024-08-30 03:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2024-08-30 10:47 am (UTC)2. My trick for enduring an MRI? Conjugating verbs in a foreign language. Relaxing enough to keep me still but requires enough concentration to keep me awake. (I am only allowed benzos under strict supervision.)
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Date: 2024-09-02 06:36 pm (UTC)