Okay, going back to the tail end of July/early August. It seems so long ago, but I suppose I'm still reeling.
Shortly after swooping onto the scene, my mom emerged victorious in her rounds with Dr. Bugpoop and co., thus freeing me from the hospital confines. She waited before driving home so she could accompany me to an appointment with my primary care doctor the next day.
It's an hour and a half home and I don't remember any specific details from the trip.
Well, not as much progress as i'd hoped, but some. To be continued, (yet again).
May your Wednesday be wondrous.
Love and kindness from Moscow.
Shortly after swooping onto the scene, my mom emerged victorious in her rounds with Dr. Bugpoop and co., thus freeing me from the hospital confines. She waited before driving home so she could accompany me to an appointment with my primary care doctor the next day.
It's an hour and a half home and I don't remember any specific details from the trip.
I was a little bit less on the swerve by my appointment time the next day. I remember most of the dialog. At the end, my physician turned to my mom and said, "Yeah, I just lost a 26 year old with epilepsy in my practice. She died in her home a few months ago." As if our time in the ICU and a life flight helicopter ride hadn't already conveyed the gravity of the situation. Thanks for putting my poor mother at ease, doc!
Well, not as much progress as i'd hoped, but some. To be continued, (yet again).
May your Wednesday be wondrous.
Love and kindness from Moscow.
