I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

It’s Monday night.  

Well, Tuesday morning at this point.  

72 hours since I was in the ER.  

I feel so much better. 

That being said, I’ve been exhausted all weekend. 

During grad school, I pulled so many all-nighters.  Light plots due.  Design projects due.  Presentations due.  I’d drink my Diet Coke.  I’d turn on the show tunes.  I’d plug in. 

Sometime the next morning I’d present my project.  Walk to the electrics department to drop off my plot.  Try to stay awake in class.  

Around 1:00 or 2:00, I’d make the 20 minute drive home.  Fall asleep for a bit, and be great the next day.  

20 years later, not so much. 

Oh.  My.  Fucking.  God.  

I got to bed late Saturday morning.  

Woke up around 4 hours later.  

Exhausted.  

Sunday wasn’t much better. 

We had brunch planned with friends.  

I was back home by 12:00. 

I slept hard from 12:00 to 3:00 on the couch.  In the full sun.  

I was still exhausted. 

I slept 9 hours last night.  And I was still exhausted this morning. 

I had wanted to be at work by 10:00.  

I climbed out of bed at 11:00.  

However, once I was there, had my first cup of coffee, I was starting to feel normal.  

What every normal is these days.  

To update everyone. 

When I left the hospital I had an appointment with my neurologist in January.  

Greatest healthcare system in the world, right?  

I called today, and have an appointment with my PCP on Wednesday at 8:00 a.m.

This is a big deal, because very rarely do I do anything at 8:00 a.m.

I woke up from my nap yesterday and discovered that my friend Michelle had bought me a blood pressure cuff.  

I’ve checked it several times over the last two days.  

My blood pressure is still high.  

No signs of migraines since Friday.  

And I kind of feel normal. 

I’ll keep everyone posted about my appointment on Friday.  

Meanwhile, my life insurance was cancelled because I’m depressed.  

But that’s a story of it’s own.  

PS.  I now have hiccups.