Normal

Heeeeey.

Guess what?

When I finally ate something other than a handful of peanuts and some lettuce (under the guise that I wasn't hungry) yesterday, I felt a little less 'altered mental status'.

Wow.

Eat food. Feel good.

Who knew?

So the tilt test?

Normal.

Like I originally thought.

Although it had me going for a moment.

Digging deep deep deeeeeeeeeeeep in that dark rabbit hole.

Shrug.

F*ck if I know.

I did say, again, if the wean down to subphysiologic doses of steroids didn't go well that I want another challenge.

They didn't say no.

Or yes.

Or maybe.

In fact, they did not respond at all.

But they didn't say no.

Progress????

Tomorrow

So tomorrow is the tilt table test that will be absolutely useless I am sure.

I have to have an IV.

*rolls eyes*

*looks at all the bruises still healing and sighs*

I warned the nurse I was a tough stick.

Let's hope I've tempted fate enough so that it proves me wrong.

I was also thinking I would take a hot pack with me in the car and use it on my arm. You know, try to avoid ruining yet another shirt in the clinic's bleached out sinks.

See ya on the other side.