To the point where I don't know if I'd upset the status quo if I put posion down the watermain.

I am...practically homicidal at the moment. This is fucking absurd. So, in April, I went to the Doctor complaining of the same old story that you guys have already heard. I've been dealing with loss of muscle control, loss of cognitive functions, losing words, my hands clamping up, having severe muscle tremors and being overly tired constantly despite how much I do or do not sleep. It was so bad I actually visited a doctor, which is something I hate most in the world. She thought I had sleep appenia and set me up for a sleep study. The first sleep study date was in July. The 14th of July to be exact. I know they told me that I didn't stop breathing and everything was all normal, but if this was the reason everything was supposed to be happening, the next step would be something like calling me.

It wasn't. She got the report and signed off on it THE DAY AFTER THE TEST. She got it the fucking next day and signed it and NEVER CALLED ME WITH ANYTHING, NEVER CHECKED IN TO MAKE SURE THAT I WAS ABLE TO USE MY HANDS PROPERLY OR WALK WITHOUT HAVING MY MUSCLES GIVE OUT OR TWITCH OR FIND SIMPLE WORDS. But no one did, and it wasn't until I FUCKING CALLED THEM that they set me up an appointment. The appointment isn't even until next week which means none of this shit is going to be dealt with until after I go back to school. I'm so fucking livid you don't even know.