#TBILife… #Synchronicity’s Faevorite Godchild:

Holy crapdoms, guess what I’m doing today! Drumroll… After a 23 year wait, I’m bombing up to MO to see a neurologist.

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I know.

Now, yes, it is true. I’m also a faevorite chew-toy of the Fates but They have Their grand, incomprehensible reasons for all that diabolical cackling when They boot me back down into the Underworld. I’ve only ever been glimpsed by a neurologist once—for 15 minutes when I had blue hair, by a good ole boy who said my classic seizure symptoms didn’t sound like seizures yet still tried to shove a black box warning label drug down my throat without warning me it had a black box warning—and without testing me—you know, “just to see if it helps.” (This drug, BTW, is also used to treat bipolar.) 🤨

So even if today’s appointment goes horribly, even if it’s a repeat or worse, at least things are moving forward without anymore insane waiting for somebody they just had to do an emergency CT scan on.

During yesterday’s gazillion phone calls: “Ohhhh yeah it’s gonna be 6 months (like everybody else in remotely drivable distance)—oh wait! She just sent me a note. She had a cancellation. If you can get up here tomorrow….”

Me: