more ironic

I have struggled to write a blog post over the last month. The thing is, I wasn’t sure what to say. There hasn’t been a whole lot of progress regarding my physical state. If I’m lucky, I will be scheduled for a video EEG (to match movements with brain waves) in late January, but if not, it may be February or March. I’ll consult yet another neurologist in early January, and we’ll see if that brings any leads.

Since I vented the last time, I had one more hospitalization. While trying to visit me, my mother was rear-ended in a car accident and suffered a concussion in addition to her spine becoming somewhat misaligned. She now has to attend physical therapy regularly, making us often a household of two out of commission.

There has been one bright spot in the midst of chaos, however: the adoption of little Quixy from the Humane Society. He’s an oddball of a dog, as he doesn’t much like walks or playing with toys, but loves rolling around mats endlessly. Still, I fell in love with his sweet nature immediately and he’s the source of much entertainment and comfort in this holiday season.

If there’s one thing this whole experience is teaching me, it’s strength — strength of will and strength of courage. Strength to stand up for myself and do what I have to in order to keep moving forward. I politely refused to leave the counseling center until someone would see me and finally got a regular psychologist to talk to. I told off the snotty Stanford receptionist and got the doctor to mark my case as “urgent”. I worked hard when I could and pushed myself to finish up the school semester with two A’s and one B+. I’m applying for scholarships to try and ease our financial burdens. And when I feel well enough, I go out for a bit to remember a taste of normal.

RSS 2.0 feed · Comment · Trackback