Thanks hon. It's the only thing I can think of right now that is less scary. It's still not happy by a long stretch, but I have the terrible C in my family history, and a few other less than pleasant offerings. I'd rather it was a constant cluster of cysts than some of the other life threatening backstagers it could be. I've had cysts before, one even sent me in to the hospital when it burst on me (almost kneed the attending in the head when he found the tender spot and poked-apologized all over the place, but he seemed to take it in stride).
I haven't heard back with my blood tests yet, and I may have missed an appointment. I've been confused and having memory issues still. Not as bad, but still there.
Accidentally took ibuprofen night time instead of regular extra strength earlier this week. At least I finally got some sleep, but mistaking it was no bueno. I'm hoping I'll be a bit clearer soon without having to put in an extra push just to not fade out while things are going on around me.
Mood swings are slowly coming back, but slowly, I'm adapting, but it's concerning. Might be just my general anxiety at not knowing what's going on making it worse. Could be a few other things. We'll see.
In the meantime, thankyou all for your input and once our city is no longer in the deathgrip of the last storm, I'll see what I can do about getting a hold of my doctor's office. I suspect they're still digging themselves out, since our front door opens to a wall of snow right now, and the lesser drifts are over my waist. Most of the city has been told to stay indoors for at least one more day just to be safe, and our highways are still closed.
Stupid winter.
