I’ve been trying to get out of bed for a while this morning but when I raise up the pressure in my head is tremendous. Like yesterday. To prevent vomiting, I’m rising a little bit, then resting. Rising a little bit, then resting. I’m not sure why I had a few good days then such painful days. The only difference is that I tried to reduce my new sleeping medicine one night. The day after the reduction attempt was the worst. Last night I returned to the original dose and slept very well. This reinforces my assertion that I should have never been taken off of sleeping medication when the tumor was discovered. When I was trying to heal from the very first surgery.
I have referrals for two physicians at MUSC.
Won’t happen super soon as I am awaiting a determination for financial assistance. But the ball is rolling.
I’m a worker. I’ve always worked. I’m surely not asking for a handout just some help from a system I’ve paid in to.
And, of course I’m still working on punishing Dr. Ellis. When I think of all the appointments to see her when I was begging her for help when I had insurance. When I had Aflac!
Train Bumor 