Guess What

It happened again. I was talking to my mother and standing wheny legs decided to give out again. I think I’m getting better. Instead of crying like I usually end up doing, I just cursed my frustration. I’ll probably cry later when I’m not in the presence of my mother. 

My legs are freezing. It’s beginning to become more and more annoying.

Let’s see how long this one lasts…. Sigh…

Broken

 I’m not sure what happened. He was sleeping on the couch and then went into convulsions. My family managed to get him to come to and he was fine for a full minute. 

That’s when all hell broke lose. He lunged at my mother and my sister had to grab him by the collar. He was biting and snapping and he got my sister on the arms. She got him locked up in a room by himself and we called the vet. 

My father and second-eldest sister are taking care of it now. My niece and nephew are with their biological father because we wanted them safe. All of my other animals are locked in a separate room where they are safe.

I am currently sitting in an Emergency Room and my sister just got called back. I feel broken. I raised him from a puppy the day I rescued him out of freezing rain. He was my butterball. 

I’m not sure what happened because nothing changed in the times before it happened. He’s an inside dog and came in no contact with anything that could have caused this. His food hasn’t changed, either.

I don’t know if I can handle this on top of everything else. My neurology appointment is in 2 weeks. I just healed up from surgery. 

I am worried about everything now. 

My sister got him outside. He’s calmer now. But I can’t take the chance. I don’t know what to do. I can’t bring him inside. I can’t handle this.

She Takes Pictures of the Sun

It’s really foggy this morning heading toward my doctor’s appointment this time! I love eerie, creepy things! Fog (so long as it’s not so bad I can’t see 5ft in front of me) is one of my favorites! I took some pictures, but I wish I had a professional camera. It’s okay, though. I still think they’re pretty.


Interesting

It has, uh.. been an interesting morning. On the way home for dropping off my boyfriend at work, felt a little off so I turned my head and saw a little white car on it’s side deep in a ditch surrounded by trees. So I turn around as my sister is an RT and she was in the car just off of work. 

So we check things out, soon police and paramedics came and they had to get the Jaws of Life to cut the woman free. 

That is the door they are holding up in the ditch, by the way. The car was trying to roll so the firetrucks had to attach it to their wenches.


Not What We Thought

Yesterday was my appointment at the Breast Clinic, and I got the full results from my biopsy.

According to the results, it wasn’t duct ectasia, but rather focal florid usual type duct hyperplasia. Plus 3 peripheral type micropapillomata were found, largest being 2mm. 

As for the other, I shall write it word for word here:
“Final Report:

Sclerosing adenosis.

Proliferative fibrocystic change (including focal florid usual type hyperplasia and three peripheral type micropapillomata).

Preliminary Report:

Initial sections demonstrates sclerosing adenosis and nonproliferative fibrocystic change including extensive stromal fibrosis.”

Now, as far as the hyperplasia, I’ve done some looking into and it doubles my chance of developing breast cancer. I’m currently trying to look into the micropapillomata and the proliferative fibrocystic change. I think I know what the sclerosing adenosis is, but I will recheck before anything else. 

Until then!

In Other News

3 days (well, nights) ago I had another “episode” as my mother calls it. Luckily, it was late at night and I was already in bed. 

It lasted from about 11:40pm to 6:17am. So about 7 hours that time. I know this because I was having a hard time sleeping, and kept waking up almost every hour. At least it was a little less than the 9 hour mess I had gone through at the hospital.

I wasn’t going to say anything about it before, but my boyfriend asked me if I had any other instances, and I told him. 

We’ve both have a lot of stress on our plates. And let me tell you; stress tastes horrible! 

I made the diagnosis with the at-home blood pressure cuff I have, that he has high blood pressure and it seems to be the main cause of his migraines. 

But onward with my appointment! 

Until then!!!