Today is the big day, she's finally getting it done. I can't tell you how much stuff kept popping up interrupting it, but that's how it goes in the zombie apocalypse, a rare glimpse into my real life self skating around the edge of force choking everyone around me.

I've turned into a much nicer person since I got my twitter going. Everyone around me can see it. I used to be mean, and I felt mean all the time. Am I going soft? NO!!! This is a cool alternative to de-clawing, by the way, click that pic.

Scott walked in from work yesterday mocking the EEG glue in my hair, said he had way more glue in his hippie hair after his EEG how many decades ago after a car accident. Yeah, he had a concussion, but he went out and smoked pot immediately after the EEG and can't remember if they did the flashy light thing, but he *thinks* they did. I asked the EEG tech if she had to go through it during training and she said yes, said the flashy light thing was 'pretty'.

Aspie + (hx)Bell's Palsy + trigeminal nerve damage 'pretty'. If you've never had a 'nerve headache', lemme 'splain. There is no pain medication you can take for actual nerve pain. The strobes set off a reaction like every cell in my face was trying to push the light back out, I had mucous and tears spewing from every pore like I would drown if they kept that up. I also do the same thing in the car when light is flashing through trees, hafta wear dark glasses in strong light. I used to get piercing occipital headaches and migraines, thank goodness those aren't so bad any more. But I left out part of the equation. I had to hold a pose for 20 minutes. Severe fibro means the nerves in my muscles are hyper responsive to being still too long, and by too long I mean 5 minutes. Holding still for botched x-rays and MRIs and CTs and whatevs is like arthritis hell afterword. I'm a little pissy with a nasty headache this morning, yeah. Just a little.

So if anything goes wrong today, as noted in paragraph one, I might be the backup plan. No one wants me as the backup plan today, although I'm totally ready.

I wrote this yesterday for no particular reason because nothing ever triggers me to write my heart out. The password is mydogatemyhomework. Maybe it's pertinent because yesterday was the biggest day I ever had on this blog. For some reason.

Kinda wondering if I sleepwalked outside last night and rubbed my face all over some ragweed coming in. Has taken nearly an hour just to be able to focus my eyes and read, and every cell in my face is oozing goop and feels like it's on fire. My eyeballs are so slimy I'm not even sure how they don't just pop out like little corks and roll away. Days like these I find all kinds of amusing little things. This clicks to more info on the Slimy Eyeball.

Most days I make a Plan, at least have a little list, at the very least have a pocket calendar I check without fail. Once again, I woke up not knowing what day this is and it took me awhile to figure out why Scott wasn't in the house. On days like this I know I can trust my brain to fail a few times through the day, and it won't matter what I'm doing and how explicit a note in my hand is detailing exactly what I am to do, I will screw it up. I know today is going to be stupid and I'll be an idiot, but the main thing is to look decently outlandish doing it. I'm wearing my new coffee pajamas in to physical therapy today, maybe I'll just keep them on for the EEG later. Why even change my clothes. We are pathetically out of groceries (my fridge is BARE) because of so much going on last week with Scott's car breaking down and spending hours and hours and hours on that and a couple other things (I counted in my last post, 17 hours *poof* gone, and that's not counting a couple other things I refuse to whine about) and fear of not having enough money this paycheck because all that stuff came up, we're down to a few cans of soup now, so I'm going grocery shopping in my pajamas with EEG glue all in my hair and I'll probably be wandering around like I'm new to the planet, so there you go, that's my day. I'm ready. Well, I still need to brush my teeth before I head out, but basically good to go. They say you're not fully dressed without a smile, so I'll work on that.

Y'all didn't see me jetsetting through stargates around other galaxies and back the last few days, and it looks like this week, nay, the whole rest of July is going to be like that.

Since I'm so used to everything going wildly askew around me the second I start my finest work-crunching, I'm not at all surprised or even slightly ruffled about losing 10 hours over a car breaking down or another 7 hours over a minor emergency, but looking forward, my next couple of weekends are already booked solid from dawn to dusk and this whole week I will be all over the map. This robot will definitely get a little glitchy.

I wish I could set up a surprise package for people who friend and follow me on other networking media JUST so they can privately write "hello" hoping I'll respond back. The package would include a burst of confetti all over them, a tweety horn in their faces, and a loud voice announcing they won a special booby prize.

Get with the 23rd century and learn to group tweet me with your brain chip or just be another little blip I'm blurring past. Been one of those crazy weeks, and indeed, we are running out the door again in a few minutes.

People who have never known the joy of living on the edge with the invigorating dangers of nearly dropping everything you touch first thing out of bed have never truly lived. That OH NO moment when you nearly dropped a whole bottle of tiny pills all over the floor again, the careful negotiations getting coffee to the lips, the seemingly innocuous simplicity of just picking up a cell phone before you launch into a wild juggling act- these things bring a refreshing rush of "I'm still alive", much like a bucket of cold water in the face.

I've stopped eating eggs for breakfast, as you can imagine.

I once met a much older woman at the fitness center who laughed about eating candy all day long on Thanksgiving. I guess once you hit your 90's you kinda let go and throw it all to the wind. No more turkey and all those dishes and traveling- she enjoyed her freedom with gusto, daring that candy to kill her and bubbling joyfully with her workout group when it didn't. I noticed she didn't seem to have any problems bending and gripping. I noticed I wasn't even jealous. I think when I'm 90 I would like someone around to eat that candy with. If I'm alone, maybe I'll eat a Reese's peanut butter cup and see if I make it through anaphylaxis.

Not sure I'll get much done today, brain-wise. Woke up with "Matt Lauer can suck it" in my head, then realized San Diego Comic Con hashtag tweets are starting up (my tweeps might wanna duck), so there goes July, and I'll be very surprised if I get anything else done before I go to the dentist this afternoon. Which, by the way, is not traumatic for me. I have a really cool dentist, total nerd, and super tuned in to aspies, lowers the light, wears the blue gloves, lots of breaks, it's cool. Besides, I never have any real problems for him to fix besides an occasional tooth breaking because I grind my teeth in my sleep. You slobs going through root canals and whatevs- BRUSH YOUR TEETH! >=l And floss, flossing is vital. I floss like a maniac. I will tell you a secret though- being on lotsa meds can dry out your mouth and create a cavity bonanza. My worst year I got 7 cavities. That all stopped when I got off pain pills and xanax. You're welcome. Just don't quit cold turkey, cavities are better than seizures and cheaper than other medical emergencies related to pain shock.

Aaaaand, I've made it through a tough morning waking up, I'm ready to WORK now, yay!