I may be spending my Friday night at the ER because I have been staggering into walls all week, but in a small victory, I did not yell MOTHERFUCKER in front of the only child in this section of the waiting room.
I'm almost certainly going to be fine, but things are going amiss in this tiny head of mine. My guess is that my intracranial pressure is high again - my recorded blood pressure is 20 points higher than usual, which is what was happening last year, before the IIH diagnosis/surgery.



