I saw a new Pdoc yesterday. A very sweet lady, but no pushover! Talk about getting a grilling! 1.5 hours of digging into my visions and auditory experiences, she argues with me that they are, in fact, undeniably, hallucinations (which I deny), that I am not mixed but highly manic, and she wants me on antipsychotics (which I don't) and to spend 2 days in hospital having an EEG and brain scan done to see if there is any epilepsy or tumour that could explain the symptoms. Good point! But how do I feel about all this?

Now, as some of you probably know, I truly relish the idea of being strapped down, covered in electrodes, shoved into machines, poked with needles, drugged into a stupor, and left to die in room where I have no control over the temperature or my urgent need to get to the refrigerator for a snack. So much so, that I am freaking out, back-peddling, fighting the diagnosis, and considering pretending there is nothing going on at all.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!

Now... (straightens tie) ... that we have that off our chest, we will go back to being a normal, medically compliant, and always very friendly member of this community . Thanks for bearing with me. Just had to share that. My next comment will be to encourage someone else. Promise. Love you all. Group hug: