My sister has not had another seizure. She has an appointment to do an MRI and an EEG on June 11th at Children’s Hospital. Hopefully, if there’s anything wrong to find, those in-depth tests pick it up. She’s been sleeping a lot lately, which she is worried about, but I am convinced it’s a good thing. My finger is no longer as numb as it was… or I’m getting used to this strange feeling. The infection seems to be gone, or mostly so, and I’m hopeful that I’ll be fine.
My left shoulder is feeling a little screwed up at the moment because I fell asleep in a chair this morning for a nice little cat nap (forget the fact that I had a nightmare). My knees have been doing a lot better lately, which is both nice and odd.
The biggest problem that I am having right now is the loss of appetite. When I was about seven, I began to throw away a lot of my food. I just simply wasn’t hungry. My mom maintains that she is to blame, because she had apparently said something about me being chubby, but I have no recollection of that comment at all. I just remember not being hungry. I lost a lot of weight and got down to under 50 pounds. Occasionally, I will experience this same problem. I know that I have to make myself eat at least three times a day, but there are days where it just isn’t high on my priority list. Usually, this only lasts for a few days, but it has been known to go on for weeks on occasion as well.
This past weekend, my boyfriend and I went up to Appleton for the the D-3 World Series in College Baseball. I didn’t eat a lot, not because I didn’t want my boyfriend to spend a lot of money (which is also true), but because I simply wasn’t hungry. On Sunday, I ate almost a whole Subway sammich and a cookie. This started for me on Thursday night and I have yet to really come out of it. At least there are enough delicious foods in the fridge to hopefully keep me eating three times a day.