Oh. Yeah. Monday.

Today, apparently.

Still a bit spacy (although not quite THAT bad, today), and I got to talk to my doctor, two other nurse practitioners, and listened in on a phone call to another doctor, all regarding me.

Long and short of it?

I'm fine. Not healthy, not happy, but fine enough that they aren't afraid of a lawsuit if they toss me out to dry... which is, oddly enough, VERY reassuring.

I KNOW what kind of hoops the medical profession has to jump through, and if they think Jax-going-dead-fish isn't going to be a recurring problem, I'm actually likely to believe them. They ran a bunch of tests and my doctor now has a list of other tests they'd LIKE to see done (and a few of her own added to that list).

So yeah. I'm finally starting to untense.

I'm still stuttering and still tripping over words and things both... still shaky going up- or down-stairs... and as the doctor found out, I CANNOT walk a straight line, I fall over... but that's easing up and will hopefully be gone in a week or three.

I have phone calls to make... right now I'm at Grr House waiting for Cal to finish his business meeting and swing by to snag me... ideally, he'd stay HERE and I'd have time in Beaverton with him; the smoke is already making me queasy over there and after this long without it, I'm REALLY oversensitive.

Anyway... yeah, just saying I'm still alive. Anything else will have to wait.