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For several months, I fought the is-this-really-happening-or-am-I-crazy-enough-to-subconsciously-be-making-this-stuff-up battle. My second neurologist thinks I have vertigo that is a separate issue from the rest of my little medical wagon full of weirdness. Vertigo will definitely make you think you are crazy if you can’t explain it.
Also, when your elbow is buzzing like you just smacked your funny bone on a metal pole, and then an hour later you think you could win Wimbledon with that elbow… That will make you feel crazy, too. (And not just because I haven’t played in about 2 years.)
So after spending a lot of time debating myself on whether not I have something worth spending thousands of dollars to diagnose, you’d think I’d be pedal-to-the-metal, gung-ho, go git ’em boys READY to attack this thing every day. You don’t fight that battle for nothing, right?
Yeah, today, I just really want to ignore it.
That is all.