Keep Myself Awake

I can see clearly now for the first time in I don’t know how long. If anyone says that there isn’t a problem with how women are treated by most medical professionals they can go fuck right off. My neurologist, however, is an exception. This goddamn miracle is brought to you (well, me) by a rational conversation between me and my neurologist. And a single drug. Who knows if this is going to last. Who knows if I’m going to afford this. (Fuck you VERY much American Healthcare system.) But just for right now I’m celebrating this tiny, but incredibly important victory.

This wouldn’t be possible if not for my observant, patient, thoughtful, & patient neurologist. Who has listened to me every step of the way, who has believed me every step of the way, who has TREATED me every step of the way, & who has helped me every step of the way. His treating me like a human being and actually communicating with me has allowed me to make so much progress. 

And I’m still going to see another ENT because I’m still having sinus problems unrelated to the migraines (go figure?), and because that asshole who dismissed me didn’t even look.

Yesterday I did my first sewing project in months. Sewing has been impossible with impaired vision. It felt so good to get back to my needle and thread. I was just making alterations to a coat I bought from the GAP, but still. It was just like riding a bike. I want to make Christmas presents, but I’m scared to take on the projects in case my vision craps out again. 

But as for now I’m enjoying a quiet Sunday morning listening to music, not hopped up on all the cold meds, able to actually see the words I’m writing. And when my spouse wakes up, maybe we’ll go for a walk and enjoy the beginning of Spooky Season. Because there really is so much to marvel at. Cheers!