Brain

My neurologist and I are unhappy with my brain. It is still glitchy and weird. The doctor is sending me up to Davis this afternoon so their expert brain inspectors can inspect my brain and draw some conclusions. I do not know if they will be admitting me; that will depend on what they find. I must remember to feed the cat.

I don't know much of anything at this point. I just printed out the directions and appointment info, which made all of this finally, vividly real. It could be many things, only some of which are nasty. I will report to you this evening. It is fair to say that I am scared, which is normal, but it's probably nothing serious, and we will laugh about it later. A Xanax would fucking rule right now.

Anyone who sends HUGZ will be defriended immediately.