I've been intending to do my first Vlog for awhile now and I keep putting it off because I don't exactly know how to upload the video and get it on my blog. I'm sure it will end up taking me all of ten minutes to figure it out but I'm pretty damn lazy. One of the main problems is that I have not decided what to Vlog about. So, this is the promise; When I get home tonight I'll put something together and post my first Vlog tomorrow morning. It would really help if you gave me some suggestions. Before you all start getting pervy on me, I'm not doing any nudity. You will have to visit my Naked Knight Blog for that.
You didn't really fall for that did you?
Did I use that semicolon correctly? I don't claim to know how to write but it's good to try branching out and waiting for the grammar fairies/moths to find you. The semicolon is the least of my problems.
My neurologist told me he would prefer if I didn't drink. Ever. WHAT? Okay, I already knew he recommended I drink very, very little but I didn't completely listen to that and now I have to take it seriously that alcohol might be bringing on the seizures. I don't consider myself a heavy drinker by any means. I don't think anyone would... in the last couple years anyway. The problem is, I really enjoy wine and beer. Not in the drinking massive amounts of cheap crap way. I like trying new things and exploring the details of the flavors. I like learning about how it was made. I enjoy the work put into it. Do I need to go to AA? I'm mad. I'm mad at my body for not allowing me to enjoy something that I don't think I abuse. I'm mad that this is happening at 25. I'm mad that I keep bitching about it when so many other people have it far worse than me. Dear Brain, you suck! Love, Me. End Rant.
Eh! My coffee tastes like cilantro! That statement seems oddly familiar. Hmmmm....
I gave you plenty of time. Did you come up with a Vlog suggestion? Feel free to chime in Lurkers. I know you're in here.
Showing posts with label Neurologist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neurologist. Show all posts
Monday, July 7, 2008
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I love my Doc.
I was all in a panic on Tuesday when my boss told me not to come in because I kept crying for no reason throughout Monday. I thought it must be the meds. I called my neurologist twice but I was very worried I wouldn't get ahold of him and this could be bad since I chose to stop taking previously mentioned medication.
He finally called around 4:30 and said "Carly? Gendelman." In the warmest voice ever. I was caught off guard because I was running back to my apartment which I was locked out of carrying $60 worth of boxed wine for my birthday. "Are you surprised I called?" he asked. I said Yes, No, I mean, I knew he would call but... obviously I was not prepared to talk right then. I tried to get my thoughts together and explain my concerns about my recent behavior changes. We talked for a few minutes and all of a sudden I start crying. Not in the way you might expect though. I'm not sure how many people can relate but it was the sort of crying a child would start up when they are sick at school and suddenly find themselves on the phone with mom. I already knew I loved this doctor but I guess this response proved to me how much I trust him. I know he sincerely wants to do what is best for me and I trust his decisions. This is unusual for me. I have a hard time trusting anyone. I believe I will be okay though. I didn't yesterday, but I really do believe that today.
I said I would talk about Casey in my last post's comments. He is one of my best friends whom I met awhile back through mutual friends. We started dating last September and broke up a few days before Valentines day. I mentioned in my first post that I was starting the blog partially due to a breakup making me realize I wasn't accomplishing what I wanted to in life. That was Casey. Then there was a two month period where I started seeing 6'8" in Brooklyn. In April Casey and I started seeing each other again. What can I say? I just can't help myself.
So, that is the update. Oh, and I think I just got an apt on 88th and Broadway!
He finally called around 4:30 and said "Carly? Gendelman." In the warmest voice ever. I was caught off guard because I was running back to my apartment which I was locked out of carrying $60 worth of boxed wine for my birthday. "Are you surprised I called?" he asked. I said Yes, No, I mean, I knew he would call but... obviously I was not prepared to talk right then. I tried to get my thoughts together and explain my concerns about my recent behavior changes. We talked for a few minutes and all of a sudden I start crying. Not in the way you might expect though. I'm not sure how many people can relate but it was the sort of crying a child would start up when they are sick at school and suddenly find themselves on the phone with mom. I already knew I loved this doctor but I guess this response proved to me how much I trust him. I know he sincerely wants to do what is best for me and I trust his decisions. This is unusual for me. I have a hard time trusting anyone. I believe I will be okay though. I didn't yesterday, but I really do believe that today.
I said I would talk about Casey in my last post's comments. He is one of my best friends whom I met awhile back through mutual friends. We started dating last September and broke up a few days before Valentines day. I mentioned in my first post that I was starting the blog partially due to a breakup making me realize I wasn't accomplishing what I wanted to in life. That was Casey. Then there was a two month period where I started seeing 6'8" in Brooklyn. In April Casey and I started seeing each other again. What can I say? I just can't help myself.
So, that is the update. Oh, and I think I just got an apt on 88th and Broadway!
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Release the Demons
So I was permitted to partake in some recording of standards with some lovely jazz musicians last Saturday eve. It was a total slap in the face to realize how much I have lost in the period I have gone without work or training. Very upsetting. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do about that yet.
Today I went to the Neurologist. He is a delightful little old man with intelligent eyes and a bow tie. I heart him. Basically we just went over my problems and my tests. According to everything I am fine but now I get to take more tests. Yay. The interesting part is that he asked me to talk to my mother about my behavior as an infant whenever I had a fever. Stuff like, did I pass out or shake. She says no but then informed me that as a toddler I would go into a sort of sleep walk state where my eyes were open but I didn't seem to be conscious of my surroundings or I thought I was somewhere else. If you want to know what I think, I think I'm possessed.
Today I went to the Neurologist. He is a delightful little old man with intelligent eyes and a bow tie. I heart him. Basically we just went over my problems and my tests. According to everything I am fine but now I get to take more tests. Yay. The interesting part is that he asked me to talk to my mother about my behavior as an infant whenever I had a fever. Stuff like, did I pass out or shake. She says no but then informed me that as a toddler I would go into a sort of sleep walk state where my eyes were open but I didn't seem to be conscious of my surroundings or I thought I was somewhere else. If you want to know what I think, I think I'm possessed.
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