Clarence and I were evicted from our townhouse in Bowling Green, KY in 2003. There's no doubt that we were irresponsible for not paying our rent, even though we had raw sewage leaking into our apartment, and were taking our complex to court. But today, we're still paying for losing that case that we were never even given a chance to win. We're trying to find a house for rent. We're not even buying...just renting. AND we're trying to rent with some friends of ours who are, as I like to put it, filthy rich. However, our record doesn't look good, so we're having to fight to be able to even be considered as financially responsible. We have been cosigned for by my filthy rich friend's even more filthy rich mother, and we're STILL not able to be considered responsible for the renting of this place. It's very disheartening, especially considering our spotless rental history since then. Blah. We find out today if my email explaining our situation to the home owner is accepted or not. We have to have a lease signed by Friday, or we will just stay in the apartment that we're currently in. (which isn't a problem, I just really had my sights set on living in this big beautiful house)
In other news, I went to my neurologist 2 weeks ago. When I got there, I ended up seeing his nurse practitioner, instead of my awesome neuro dr. This nurse practitioner was more than rude to me. I couldn't even walk by myself into the room, because my health has been getting progressively worse since the beginning of January. I asked her to prescribe me a new wheelchair, since the one I have is falling apart, and really crappy. She laughed in my face and said "Wheelchairs are for people with actual neurological problems, not just OI" Then she told me they'd just up my dosage of my Mestinon (my miracle drug), and I could wear compression hose (even though I explained to her that ANYTHING covering my feet makes me overheated, and I'll pass out more, which is why I always wear sandals, but she wouldn't listen to me) Anyways, she told me I was overreacting, and I was fine, and there wasn't really anything neurologically wrong with me. So I said fine, took my new script and left.
A week later at about 10pm, I my entire upper body started twitching. I mean, my ENTIRE upper body. I could feel my stomach, colon, throat, tongue doing it. I couldn't see because my eyes were doing it, and I couldn't focus cuz they kept moving on their own. My throat and tongue were doing it, so I kept gagging and vomiting. It lasted about 2 hours. I was scared, but I didn't want to go to the ER, because I despise going to the ER, and I figured I'd be overreacting by going. It was probably just a reaction from upping the Mestinon dose. I told Clarence in my slurring, drunken sounding voice that I'd call my neuro the next day. It ended around midnight, and then I could sleep (even though I kept running back and forth from the bathroom all night).
I left a general message the next day for my dr. I told him what'd happened and that I was sure it was just a reaction from the medication, and that I was fine, even though I was still having some problems with my motor skills, I was ok. I got a frantic call back from the nurse practitioner about 20 minutes later freaking out about my "seizure". I know I shouldn't have been as horrible as I was to her, but I couldn't help but feel a bit vindictive. She yelled at me for not going to the ER, and I came back with, "well, you just told me I have no real neurological problems, so I figured I'd be overreacting as usual" *sigh* It's silly that I feel so petty over something so serious, but it really amused me :-p
And mom, don't freak out, I'm fine now.
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