Where's My Head?

I find I only come here when I'm in poor health anymore. I suppose it's therapeutic. It's so awkward to call people and talk about these things so I like to spill my guts via keyboard. It's funny because when my doctor made me change my medication I argued for two months to get it changed back, and finally she listened and warned it would be temporary until we decide a new course of action. What's even funnier is that I said I'd rather have a stroke (what she warned me about) then deal with the side effects I had faced during those two months on the new prescription. Real funny. Losing my vision wasn't so new, and even the numbing feeling up my arm had happened before, but losing my ability to put coherent sentences together was disarming on so many levels. Good thing Eddie watches House to memorize procedure. After my fourth failed test he gave me blood thinners (aspirin, to be less dramatic) and sent me to the hospital with mommy dearest. 5 hours later, at 3am, I came home and ate some pizza, which is all I had wanted to do since before it all started. I don't know how much memory was affected but I'm certain it was absolutely minimal. I forgot a few simple things that I've noticed so far, but nothing I couldn't get by without. A catch phrase I abused, directions to Blockbuster, who needs it. Maybe the neurologist will shed more light than the doctor at that poor excuse for a hospital did. Kudos to Eddie though. Apparently the aspirin saved my brain considerably.

On a lighter note, people make me laugh a tiny bit when they jump to conclusions. A dear old 'friend' of mine let me know via text (while on my way to the hospital) that he'd no longer talk to me because I have a new (new?) boyfriend (according to my new Myspace photos). A.) No I don't. B.) I've been single since forever and a month C.) Please start keeping your promises. I could use those minutes on my phone for other pointless calls, like to Regal to help decide what I'll download next.

I need someone to say they love me. But not just because he's young and doesn't know any better and thinks it's just the thing to say to a pretty girl. I need a mature love more than blood to my brain.