Banned from Google.

Twice last summer, I woke myself by biting my tongue in my sleep.  Really hard. Lots
of blood, can’t-chew-your-food-the-next-day, hard.  So, like any modern
gal, I Googled it.  Type ‘biting tongue in sleep’ into Google and the next thing you know, you’ve got epilepsy.  And then you start reading about all the symptoms of epilepsy and it turns out you have more than one symptom!  (It’s akin to being a first year Psych student when you think you have every mental disorder in the book.)  That then sends you on a quick trip down hypochondriac lane, which is NEVER good. You flit from page to page and feel the panic wash over you, start to calculate the cost of anti-seizure medicine when your spouse’s drug plan no longer covers you in retirement – and that’s when you have to watch cute animal videos to calm yourself down.  Or at least that’s my cycle of crazy.

I have had a LOT of cycles of crazy.  Chronic pain sufferers usually do.  You go through that period (could be years) where you seem to be a walking, talking list of symptoms.  Trip after trip after trip to specialists and the ER, vague diagnoses, recommendations for pain management.  When you finally get yourself to the point where you can move beyond being defined by your physical state and answer “Fine, thanks for asking,” when someone asks “How are you?” – you head into peri-menopause, which is a whole new level of crazy-making.  It’s like some twisted cosmic joke.  And any new symptom that you now exhibit sends you on a mental health devolutionary trek into Google-land.

So for now, until it happens again, I am implementing the Ostrich Method.  I’m ignoring my seizure symptoms and all is good.  I’m on the “if this happens a third time I’ll mention it” plan of symptom management.  Only David gets to hear the nitty-gritty about it.  But since having a heart attack for me has been ruled out (Cardiologist convinced it’s not my heart – YAY? ), David is MUCH more relaxed and less apt to take me forcibly to the ER.  So far, I’ve only had 2 olfactory hallucinations and 2 tongue biting incidents.  If either one happens a third time, I have agreed that we’re consulting a true doctor, not just Google docs. But until then, two times lucky, right?