I got a diagnosis for the seizures I was having: Unfortunately, I am indeed, epileptic. Took so long to get it diagnosed properly because my mother chose to take the word of the crackpot neurologist the hospital I was taken to sent us to see.
But, good news: medicine is working very well and, my very best friend and my boyfriend both came to see me in hospital which, I will be forever thankful for
And, the minute I got out of the hospital: it was back to grad school work as usual. More on the unfortunate side: things have continued to be hectic since I left the hospital what with lots of grad school work, having been sleep-deprived while in the hospital and feeling the after-effects in the worst way possible.
I have grad midterms very soon and am in absolute panic mode. Now, I've been reading my chapters, watching my lectures, and filling out my study guide etc...but, I'm SO scared!!! Just the chronic worrier in me but, the seizure meds are helping my anxiety a bit.
Also, I still hate being a burden to everyone; I cannot drive my car until October because the law in my state says people who have seizures must wait 6 months to drive again. If I could work a part-time job, maybe I could get myself enough money to put down a deposit on a little place and maybe break away from my family (mostly my mom) a bit more.
Now, my mom is still dating an ultra-loser who she wastes all her spare cash on and it stinks that I'm pretending to turn a blind eye to it by accepting movie tickets from her using them with my boyfriend. But ehh, I'll take it I guess.
I have to go get my things out of my father's mother's house and well, I'm not looking forward to it. Sure, my best friend is going to be taking me as to not cause any problems etc...but, the main thing I wish would be there (my giant Rizzo plush, who was my transitional object aka toy I lugged around everywhere as a kid) won't be there
Just wish everything could be less stressful...I have yoga class tonight so, hopefully, that will help.