I gave up and moved back home. So many relapses, so much illness, just so much. So here I am. Here I am back in New York, living in my parents house and under their rules. At 28-years-old, after being independent for 10 years, I'm trying to let it all sink in.
Since leaving Portland I've had a few stints in the hospital, my most recent being this past week. It left me depressed and untrusting of doctors. The doctor I was forced to see pretty much told me it was all in my head and that I just needed to make sure I was making sure I was breathing correctly. This was to avoid the full-body spasms I was getting. Then they discharged me. Meanwhile, I continue to have leg, back and arm spasms which are worse at night when I'm sleeping. They are so bad that I wake up in the morning and am unable to walk. After all of this, what's not to be depressed about?
The good news is that I have an appointment with a SSD neurologist, which means my case is moving along. Hopefully soon I'll know whether I need to appeal or if I get it. I've been talking to my mother about the possibility that if it's approved, of getting a very small dog to keep me company during the day when no one is home. I have a very hard time getting around lately, mostly due to the spasms, so it might benefit me to have an animal companion here. Although, it might be a better idea to look into an actual service animal. I don't know, it's all up in the air.