I moved to a place with compassionate doctors. They’ve been doing tests.
One by one, they’re coming up clean. I was a serious alcoholic for about a decade, and despite the intense pain below my right rib cage, there’s no damage to my liver, gallbladder, pancreas or kidney.
I should be happy that these tests are clean, but I’m not. There’s still no explanation for my seizures, besides plain ol’ FND.
But, testing is good. It took over a year to convince a doctor to do any.
I guess that becomes the following advice: whatever your symptoms, if you can break them down and go to the doctor for each one, they might be more helpful? I don’t know. I feel myself slowing getting sucked down into a toilet as I try to understand why the pains I have produce no “organic” problems that current tests can find.
It can’t get much worse, I suppose. I completely cracked mentally last year. This disorder drove me insane. I have 33+ personalities now where I used to have about 5... but I won’t complain about having more friends!
EEG, Wilson’s and Huntington’s tests are pending. After that? I’ll m still hoping to have Hugh Laurie hobble in and figure out what’s wrong with me instead of just sitting here growing increasingly bored and obese.
I keep pondering getting a job, but I don’t want to jeopardize my pending SSDI application. I also don’t want to get to a job and go postal from my rage attacks. I’m that close some days. But I’m fed up with sitting at go me all day long, hallucinating, having seizures, speaking in tongues...
FND... why do you hate me?