Shocking

Today started out OK. I saw Dr. Williams, who agreed my recent anxiety is justified considering the circumstances. I took a nap and spent the better part of the day in bed. Then I went to get my prescription only to discover that I was short one pill, which is only alarming because it's a controlled substance. The pharmacy, WALGREENS IN HERMITAGE, of course offered no help in trying to track down the missing pill. My theory is someone is either incapable of counting to 20 (unlikely), someone made a mistake (somewhat likely), or someone is pocketing one or two pills from each narcotic prescription and reaping the benefits (I think relatively likely). At any rate, I have 19 pills for the month instead of 20. But it's an integrity issue.

I had more disorientation tonight. This first happened exactly a week ago. Must be a Thursday thing. On Thursdays, I have trouble forming sentences late in the evening (post 10 p.m.), have difficulty concentrating, and other neurological symptoms are still present (insensitivity to heat/cold). My grandfather has Parkinson's - he's always more confused at night. I hope that's not related, but it's worth looking into I suppose.

I should note that there were no medications involved in either disorientation episode. I'm still a little dizzy now. I think it's time to consult another neurologist (this will be the fourth I think, maybe third - it's hard to keep track).

I'm wearing the electrodes now. Apparently, turning them up so high that it causes involuntary muscle twitching releases endorphins and blocks the pain pathway for several hours after removing the electrodes. Of course, I have to wear them for about an hour for that to work, all the while twitching. This sounds not at all normal or reasonable, but at this point, I don't care.