It is finally my appointment with one of the top Drs in the world for autonomic dysfunction/ failure! I've been waiting for months and all of the insurance and referral paperwork is finally good.
This Dr happens to be at Stanford in one of the few autonomic clinics in the world, lucky me it happens to be a mere 20 minutes away!!
So, tomorrow I visit the autonomic clinic in neuroscience of the neurology dept at Stanford. Lots of fancy words to hopefully mean they'll know what to do for me. And yes, my eggs are all in this basket. I learned
not long ago to not do that. To never get my hope's up. No expectations and you can't be disappointed. Or more accurately heart wrenchingly devastated. But all of those fancy words and the research I've done on this clinic makes me honestly think they will be able to give me some sort of option other than to take a medication that is on the verge of being discontinued by the FDA and "carry Gatorade with you and eat more salt". Yep, that was actual advice from Drs for the fact that my blood pressure plummets when I stand up.
You know its funny, I'm so anxious for this appointment but at the same time almost don't want it to happen because this is it. The best if the best. If they can't help me no one can. So if I haven't gone yet, there's still that magical chance that I will actually be able to feel better someday.
So will my eggs break? Or.....
Stay tuned.....
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