On October 30, I was diagnosed with this. With my already busy work schedule and nearly weekly doctors visits, I just haven't had the energy. And I've been a little depressed about it--which is why I have been slightly hermit-y and a little anti-phone. Who wants to explain over and over the stupid stuff that is consuming my life of late? I certainly don't. What am I, an 80-year-old woman with nothing else to talk about. Sadly, yes about everything but the age. No, really, I'm doing fine, considering. My dearest cousin said, "Couldn't you just have relationship issues?" and I agree whole-heartily with her. That would be great. At least it would be different.
Obviously, that isn't the plan for me, and I get to try out new and exciting medical tests, meet new doctors, and figure out why I am a "special case" as the doctor put it on Wednesday. I'll try to be better at updating my blog in the new year, but you may have to wait until after my as yet unscheduled surgery. Or maybe Topher could set me up with a new host without problems--kidding!