The Echo bounces off me

Gods, I thought I was used to this whole fucking 9:20 thing. Normally, I can just roll over and go back to sleep, but not this morning. I feel weak like I've been hit with a bus or a train. I know why I feel so badly, it just sucks ass. Yesterday I went to the Doctor, and I think she finally got how like...major this was. She wanted to blame it on the falls until I was all. "The falling doesn't matter, it's a symptom. The real issue is the cognitive dysfunction and the loss of muscle control and the fact that my hands shake so badly I have a hard time using a knife and fork. It's been going on since before April and it's getting worse."

So, she started the paperwork for me to have a catscan on Monday or Tuesday (as soon as the woman can set it up) and seeing a neurologist, which I've been begging for since fucking April. And then she sent me for a metric assload of blood tests. When I say a metric assload, I mean it. She sent me for twenty tests which needed like six of those big yellow capped vials of blood.

I suppose I should be like...grateful for the fact I have deep, rolling veins, being as they're probably the reason I'm still alive...but it sucks when you need to have blood drawn. Six different people each stuck me twice in order to get the blood and last night I looked like I had a good night with bruises. Today they are much less impressive, but my arms still ache. I'm also pretty anemic, I think from having so much blood drawn. It's been a while since I felt like this...but remember it all to well. Tired, headache, nausea kinda suck generalized hit by a truck feeling...loss of to much blood. It sucks and my mom is all yelling at me about being up all night. *Sigh*