080. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Voice;

I'm going to simplify my confusion into one, and only one, question. The answer, the hard part, is up to you. Be concise.  The amount of focus it takes to write down my own symptoms on a napkin with a pen is tremendous.

And I don't feel much. Cool. Drugs, kids. They're something.

Back to the question: What the hell is going on?

Comments

[voice;]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Yours is an ongoing process. You're back to the no shaving.

[voice;]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I'm in someone else's body.

[voice;]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Gross.

[voice;]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Didn't have much desire to relive my teenage years, myself. I'll be back when I look old enough to have completed med school, not pre-school.

[voice;]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

They say laughter is the best medicine.

[voice;]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Good. I'll assume that means you're on the mend.

photosensitivity and audiosensitivity?

[voice;]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Working my way.

Who'da thunk?

[voice;]

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

Huh. At least we can rule out rabies.