Still waiting around for calls back. I try to reach out to doctors' offices for updates, and I'm given the voicemail runaround. There are always excuses for why my results are not available. I feel like I'm being deliberately ignored by my health care providers. I'm running out of patience and motivation.
The clock's ticking. I'm running out of time. I need a definitive diagnosis and effective treatment so that I can get back to work and so that I can get my short-term disability insurance coverage... covered.
The deadline is approaching fast and I have nothing to show for any of this beyond a generic letter saying, basically, "sorry, we dunno wats rong". I can't expect my employer to wait around forever especially when this is all I have to excuse my extended absence. I certainly know that the insurance company isn't going to accept this.
They need a diagnosis, a prognosis, a return-to-work date estimate, and a list of accommodations that may be needed to be made for me at the office. I feel like I'm being asked to herd feral cats, and I can barely manage to keep myself alive.
I'm still experiencing changes to my average condition. I'm becoming increasingly lucid in emotion and in presence, and my body and my cognitive mind continue to be robbed of usefulness. The atrophy in my limbs makes even simple standing for more than a few minutes at a time unbearable. Both of my forearms are constantly sore, and the soreness is starting to creep up my biceps. My fingertips are starting to go numb and feel cold. Bending my fingers at all is becoming difficult. The tendons feel tight and weak, and the joints are sore. It feels almost as though I've completed a rigorous weightlifting program, only I'm not recovering from the DOMS.
I noticed four vibrant red petechiae on my torso today.
I stutter when I talk now. I forget what I'm saying while I'm still saying it.
I'm still experiencing changes in intracranial pressure. (The neurologists, infinite in their wisdom, insisted again and again that my sensations of pressure, tingling, and air escaping through my eustachian tubes were just psychosomatic. I just imagined it all. Bull Fucking Shit! I've been getting treated like a schizophrenia case for years and dismissed. And the trend continues through to the present, as though I'm not actually experiencing a legitimate health emergency.)
The line between what's seizure and what isn't is blurring progressively. I'm having trouble discerning the difference between the two. I don't know if my anxiety is attributable to seizure activity or if I'm anxious in response to a more legitimate stimulus.
Relief from nausea and tinnitus is a rarity now.
I forget to take my medications. Eat. Drink water. Basic biological functions. I'm aware of it happening after the fact. My cognitive processing delay feels infinite right now. But I am very coherent.
Why won't someone give me the help I need? I've been literally begging for help. To hell with pride and decorum. This is my life. I feel like it's deteriorating. Why do I feel like something's being hidden from me? Why was I disallowed from reviewing my own test results?
I was angry about all of this for a while. Now I'm starting to wonder why I even cared in the first place. When I can't even count on a neurologist to know how pain regulation works, when I legitimately know more about the nervous system than the doctors I'm entrusting with the care of my own, when I'm teaching them something new and dispelling myths about how shit works, what hope is there for me?
Am I just destined to wither away and die? I'm really starting to wonder.
12:00 PM
Just found the most likely explanation yet! Hypokalemic periodic paralysis.
1:20 PM
The forehead tingle is emanating numbness down the bridge of my nose to the tip.
The tingle behind the eyes feels like it's squeezing my front teeth (all of which are rootless) out of my skull.
2:25 PM
I'm experiencing a continuous I-have-to-sneeze feeling.
7:35 PM
I can barely talk above a whisper. Sometimes I can't even manage to convince my vocal cords to work at all.
The pain behind my eyes and forehead is sharp and even between left and right. There's an itchy feeling towards the center of my brain.
Nausea is back with a vengeance. I somehow have relief from tinnitus.
I hurt my foot and ankle while walking down the hall of the doctor's office today. I was trying to keep up with the nurse and I felt a little pop followed by a lot of pain. I have to walk ridiculously slowly now if I don't want to be injured further, apparently.
Looks like I have no choice but to see a neurologist at Tufts if I want to get any answers at all. Yeah, that Tufts. The one that dismissed me and misdiagnosed me with conversion disorder and sent me home. The one that lied about me being "sectioned". The one that insisted upon an incorrect explanation of a physical phenomenon in order to shut me up about my own symptoms. The one whose credibility is shit to me now. The one who threatened to arrest me while I was in the middle of a meltdown (hello, I am autistic and prone to panic attacks when triggered by asshole behavior). The one that treated me like a criminal for the remainder of my stay. That Tufts. How can I trust a single word the doctors at Tufts say to me now? Their credibility as an institution is severely damaged in my mind. I don't trust them, and it takes a lot to tarnish my trust. (For comparison, I still trust the people who have raped me. I have a complicated life, I guess.)
I'm not being given much of a choice, it would seem. It's either go back to Tufts and risk being illegally detained and generally treated like shit again, or I wait for a neurologist somewhere else and risk not getting an appointment soon enough--up to a year wait, I was told. (Spidey sense is tingling?)
If I'm getting sent on a fool's errand for the sake of someone else's religious beliefs, I'm going to be severely pissed off. If people think I've been difficult at all, they're in for a rude awakening. Don't fucking play games with me.