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angeldoll
WyleKat, sorry to talk about you on your own thread as though you aren't available.
I haven't been for a couple hours. Wife's aunt had a stroke, and she's going to go see her tomorrow. She's expecting to be sworn at, screamed at, and
have something hurled at her- so fun tomorrow. We did the stuff we do tomorrow today- and I got to have a half drunk pile of (insert 'em all here) try
to pick a fight with me, in a freaking *grocery store*. In front of my wife and kid, yet.
I know it's unnerving. Once you determine something is a hallucination, it's best to shoo it away.
I've had seizures. I can't explain it- but I can tell the difference between a seizure, and this sort of... whatever the hell it was. If it was a
hallucination, moving sideways, or away would pretty much wipe it out, I believe. I did that. I looked down. I looked at the phone after taking 4 pics
of the woods house thing. I walked away. I came back after the sun had set some more and the light had changed. I compared phone image with what I was
seeing live.
That damn phantom house sat in the woods and didn't so much as waver the whole time.
I honestly think that I did some small accomplishment in the 'banish the hallucination' end of things. I *do* look for every possible rational
explanation.
For example: We all kept hearing a small, weird noise coming from somewhere in the bedroom a few months back. I did what I do when a smoke detector's
battery goes out, and it's hard to nail down that annoying chirp. I wait till I hear the noise, try to get a direction, and eliminate sound sources as
I can- closing doors, etc. I finally gave up trying to hear it, as this was taking days to get a fix on. We all were going out one day, so I took a
spare phone, turned on the recorder, and put it on a small, battery powered cash register. We all went out. We all came back. I went to grab the
phone, jostled the cash register, and out of it came that darn noise. I got a screwdriver...
As for what it was that came up behind me- I got nothing. Complete and utter *nothing*. My 'someone's there' radar doesn't go off unless someone's
near me. With that, I turned around quick because I am in just no mood for someone trying to be a jerk and think they're being 'funny'. Or be robbed-
or just plain assaulted. I fully expected to see someone either walking down the street right behind me, or trying to act nonchalant after being
caught trying to be an ass. I in no way expected a thing that quickly dissolved close enough to make me want to ruin my underwear.
I'm thinking PET scan, or whatever your doctor recommends.
*googles PET scan* Seems the results might be inconsistent (It'd help if they wrote this in English) for measuring schizophrenia:
www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov...
Might be interesting to see what else it picks up on, tho. I might also look into it for a digestive and *ahem* other issue. Doctor just wants to skip
right to shrink. I'm not all that keen. When I first started the seizures, a previous doc handed me pills. "Will they work?" I asked. "I dunno!" Yech.
After a week, I was so drowsy I was doing 16 hours a day in bed. Didn't help a thing.
After a last visit, I dumped the whole bunch and went with the current doctor.
My faith in doctors knowing what they are doing had been slowly dropping the past few months as it was- I could walk in with a shark chewing on my
leg, and all these geniuses could come up with would be "we gotta to get your numbers (blood sugar) tweaked". Took me *months* to figure out I had
gluten intolerance. Not the fake lifestyle change BS- the feel socked in the stomach, windy, bad restroom trips, joint pain, elevated glucose levels
thing. The doctors? Not *once* did it enter their minds to try that, or suggest it. It didn't enter mine, either- because it was.. well.. Me? Unable
to eat bread products? Not possible. 3 weeks of no wheat later, I have come to realize that was actually possible.
My current doctor actually does listen, and does the proper things to help figure out what's going on. I'll have to mention a PET scan, see what she
says.
Thankfully- I'm done rambling. It's time for bed.