I saw my GP yesterday to discuss my blood test results. According to him: "By the looks of this blood work, you're healthy." As I'm sitting there *twitch* looking at him *twitch* and wondering what else is new... *twitch.*
The only thing on my blood work that was not in the "normal" range was my platelet levels; they were slightly below normal. My iron is fine, my kidneys are fine, my liver is fine, my thyroid is fine...
Apparently, I'm FINE!!! Isn't that just wonderful???
"So, doc? *TWITCH* What's *TWITCH* wrong with me?" As I'm ever so carefully trying to relocate my shoulder.
"I have no idea," he replies, "I'll send you to a neurologist; the receptionist will call you with your appointment time."
Lovely... More waiting, more tests, more doctors...
Oh, and I'm moving this week. I'm completely useless, as I forgot to take 2 of my pills on Sunday, and I have been as bad as I was before the pills since then. It's really hard to do anything at all. I was going to wash the dishes last night, so they could be packed, but I could barely even wipe down the counter. I really don't want to be throwing plates around the house, as I'm attempting to pack and clean.
I was talking to my husband last night, and he asked what my plans were. I told him "I *twitch* was planning *twitch* to *twitch Twitch TWITCH SPASM!!!!* wash the *twitch* dishes." At this point I had tears in my eyes, partly from the pain, and partly from the frustration. He looked at me, standing there, and gave me a hug. I almost started crying. I don't want to be pitied, especially by my own husband.
I'm so frustrated, I want to run, scream, and hit things. I want to find someone to blame, and kick them in the shins. Then step on their toes. With high heels on.
When I have my twitchy spasms while I'm speaking, they force the air out of my lungs to make it sound like I have a stutter. So that's fun too.
I'm still waiting to hear from my geneticist about the blood work he sent me for, as well as the brain scan results. Maybe I should give his office a call to see what's going on...
P.S. The doctor seemed quite confident that my twitching/spasms/tremors are hereditary/genetic, but that they have absolutely nothing to do with EDS.
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