neodrunk

Okay, long medical day today...
Momma get's her iodine radiation this morning. My father is so wound up, it's very difficult to talk to him. He's just being a tempremental ass. He doesn't know it until I call it, no one else ever has the balls to verbally come back at my father except me. So I get the joys of dealing with him.
I also have medical appointments to tend to myself. I continue to fear my fate, and damn near broke down in tears last night. That was the first time that has happened. I have a family history of ALS, and considering I've had other muscular symptoms creep into the fold, I now draw concern to "worse case scenario".

Bottom line... I'll live. Fat, drunk and happy at that.

Have a bad day!



Midday Update:
Fuck me... another appointment with no answers, and nothing more then another appointment made for some other day. The good news is, he seemed optimistic that it was probably to early to say it was anything like MS or ALS... you know, the fun nuero-muscular diseases! But next Tuesday I have half a fucking day of testing and doctors... blah.

Jiggity-Johnny