I know people have worse lives than me, but man I'm on the brink of what I can handle.
I'm in my hometown alone in a hotel room watching "Chinatown" again. My walking pneumonia is back, along with excrutiating headaches from my latest whiplash car accident in January. I wish drivers would stop ploughing into me. Anyway, upshot is I've had to cancel on all but my hearty friends who aren't terrified of my nuclear reactoresque germs. I actually fell asleep on my nieces yesterday. I'm sure they were thrilled to see me.
Mom and Big Bro are at Impressive University getting her 3 month checkup. Everything should be fine. Meanwhile, Nurse Sis is holding down the fort, keeping the animals company back in Hollywood. But I get a phone call yesterday from her that Calliope has a nose bleed that won't stop, presumably from undiagnosable cancer, and that she's worried a vet will want to put my kitty to sleep before I get back in town. And of course I was in such a hurry when I left I didn't even pet her goodbye.
I rented a car online last night, then called today and was rudely told there were no cars available for me as I was an internet customer who "snuck in" ahead of the ten real customers waiting in line. Thank you, Julie at the Old Redwood Highway branch for being a big turd to me, and telling me you were going to find me a car and call me back when you had no intention of doing so. Funny, the Enterprise website didn't mention that as a selling point and still hasn't answered my irate email requesting a refund for the car they can't find me. Hertz, here I come.
So I took a $28 taxi ride to my neuropsychologist appointment this morning. My taxi driver was a screenwriter who pitched me ideas, which was kind of surreal. He had some interesting stories about a low budget Hollywood director setting up a studio training system in his small town of Ohio.
It was great to see Dr. Rick Olcese again; he feels more like my dad than my dad. Rick had good and bad news for me. He thinks from the multiple whiplashes I have "thoracic outlet syndrome", the good news being a diagnosis makes treatment possible. The bad news being the treatment is in northern California and can be as extreme as removing my top rib to get rid of the headaches. Uh...yikes. Then again, can't function with these headaches and doublevision.
Blah blah blah life sucks. One ray of light...the neurofeedback specialist who helped me with my past injuries is going to be training me so I can treat myself (poor guy is sick himself now and isn't really seeing patients). Dr. Olcese offered me a job in his office anytime treating his patients, and thinks I can probably do the same in LA under another doctor. It would be nice to have specialized computer skills again, only this time putting them to use for the Aquired Brain Injury community instead of big bad insurance corporations.
God my throat hurts. Aaaaggggh. I'm going to walk to the nearby gas station now and buy some cold remedies.
Wasn't that cheery? Aren't you glad you stopped by?