I told the hospital operator what was happening and she sent my information straight to a nurse who called me back after fifteen minutes. He said my story supports that I had a seizure but there’s no proof — he worded it in a way that was a stressor but he didn’t mean it that way, he meant in a “investigating the brain” way. He told me to get plenty of rest, don’t drive, and I dont need to call 911 or get a hospital visit at this point because there’s not much they can do. However, if it (the fog I’m feeling) doesn’t go away in a day or if I get new symptoms or think I’m having multiple seizures, call 911.
I’ve decided not to tell my folks right now. Too much added pressure. Don’t want the attention, dont want anyone overreacting by watching me all worried for hours, don’t feel like going mute if I hear the words, “What are your symptoms?” and don’t feel like being accused of being overdramatic or lying. I’ll ask service dog to tell me if I had a dissociation and if she says yes and I find it too suspicious I’ll get professional assistance.
Doctor is sending a note to my PCP. I haven’t seen her for my gallbladder issues yet, nor my back, nor my uterus, nor my problems trying to go pee, nor my back, nor anything else that’s come up. Because the fin aid person said she couldn’t help unless I had insurance. So this is getting embarrassing. Too many issues at this point. Last time I saw her she said I should be dealing with all this or have to take a bunch of meds at my age. Wait till she sees my beard and figures out I’ve been off estrogen. I hope she’s been better educated about that sort of thing since I talked to her last. I’ve been wearing a binder to flatten my chest and the euphoria I felt at having a flatter chest was nice. Until I realized they were too big so I would either have to stay chubbier to hide them or get them reduced or removed. This is all completely beside the point, I’m just ranting now lol
