National Grid just stopped by and turned off the power. I convinced them to turn it back on by calling down to them from the bedroom window. I couldn't get to the door, I'm having seizures in bed at the moment.
They said I have seven days to get this settled or to get medical records faxed over to prove a medical related hardship.
I'm still past due from last summer and the winter before that when I was helping two families stay off the ground and out of the elements. Shielding people from capitalism's ruthless sting is, in my opinion, the most holy of all works. And the social return on investment pays its own dividends through other forms of currency unmatchable in monetary value.
And still, despite my good fortune in career advancement and net income, it seems that I'm in my own bind now... When I agreed to shoulder the burdens of others, I didn't even consider the aftermath or the personal ramifications. It's not in my nature. I have always agreed to help those in need to the best of my ability--beyond my ability, it would now seem. It should've been obvious to me that I'd have a habit of biting off more than I could chew in all aspects of life, not just those of gastronomic proportions.
I'm sure we'll find ways to get creative with finance in light of the new collection of challenges we face. It always seems that things have a way of working themselves out as long as I don't call it quits.
I just wish the load were a little more spread out. 😢
I'm still waiting for results from both the lead test I ordered (and had the blood drawn for) and the MRI I had. (Editorial note: I'd still like to have a mycotoxin screening done for the sake of being thorough. I have a hunch and I feel it would be irresponsible to dismiss it without follow-up.) It feels like I've been waiting my whole lifetime for the answers behind these tests that I've finally managed to communicate that I needed to have done. I know another day won't spell the end of the world for me... I hope.
8:15 PM
I'm still in shock. Today's been a day of breakthrough for me.
First...
My mother, Linda Plamondon, offered to pay off the overdue electric bill. I am overcome with relief, joy, and gratitude. A tremendous weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Thank you, mom, from the bottom of my heart.
I could not have asked for a better birthday (it's tomorrow! 🎂🎈🎊🎉) than to start a new life without a pile of debt looming overhead. (Feel free to look her up on Amazon if you have been moved by this display of generosity--she's a published author!)
Second...
I had a bout of good luck with an experiment this evening! I purposefully triggered a brain freeze during an experiment with the kids at BK (mmm Coca Cola Icee) and I was able to replicate a less severe version of the head pain that completely paralyzed me and sent me into a state of catatonia...
My suspicion of amygdalae seizures is seeming more and more likely. My MRI has ruled out diagnoses of multiple sclerosis and Parkinson's. I am grateful, and yet saddened for people who have had to live with these kinds of symptoms for years and decades. My level of respect for sufferers of such conditions has only been solidified throughout this entire ordeal.
I follow up next with a joint neurology/psychiatry team for review of findings thus far, plus evaluation of my current hypothesis.
Assuming that my hypothesis has any merit, I'm hopeful that a combination of benzodiazepine therapy plus sphenopalatine ganglion block may be what finally relieves me of my debilitating symptoms.
I'm getting so close! 💖💖💖
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