Mere, I am up to baseline....not swinging in the trees by any means, but I can eat a banana and use simple tools.

I can at least listen to Moodscapes music and not flip out. Nervous system is calming down a bit. I still feel like 14.1 trillion pins are sticking me...oh, wait, that is the budget deficit....well that too. I can't tell where I end and other things begin. Really, I will be fine.

Which brings to mind, how on earth does one ever explain this to others??? If one hasn't felt it, one can't understand it, no matter how good of analogies are drawn, right?

I would liken my last autonomic storm to sticking my head in a black hole, (I am nosey about string theory), and having my backside orbiting around at the speed of light. (And some er physician pulls out his algorithim and tells me that serotonin will fix this....oy vay....try to convince him you need dilaudid and a beta blocker. I tell them it's cheaper! I am one of the 'lucky few' who has too much serotonin, and I have many of these issues to begin with.) I did as Monty Python's characters in Holy Grail advised...'Run Away! Run Away!'

I do understand one of these times I will blow a gasket, and that will be that.

I don't have POTS. I have PLOPS (my term)....my heart rate goes up only to plop into the 40's along with my BP....unless I lie down to relieve my misery....at which time, all the fluid in my body decides to enter my head, grow my nose twice as big, at least on the inside, and makes my right eye play sibilant tunes....all in all, making my head too small to contain its contents, eventually forcing nerves to trigger esophageal spasms with concomittant vomitting (which by the way is an interesting experience, given the two should not occur at the same time in the physics of this universe). Oh, and everything constricts, trapping things in my head and holds like this for 36-48 hours, kinda like an affectionate boa constrictor on viagra hugged me and forgot to ingest me. He just kinda got stuck like that. Oh and my body that doesn't sweat, sweats 'generously'.


My entire family, all of my friends are on notice not to 'provoke' me in any way, and that won't take much, lest my next volley is in their direction. I won't warn my enemies.

If I seem a bit too amused by all this....my take on things is this: this is rare, there is no cure, and it is very misunderstood, so humor seems like the best perspective. It is not funny when it is happening, it is misery, and death seems a better option if one can't get dilaudid. I have cried 'Give me death or give me dilaudid' and I just get wierd looks.

It takes 3 days to recover from 2 days of misery, for a total loss of 5. I will be lucky not to have triggered another one due to lifting 10 shovel fulls of snow, to get my pregnant daughter's car unstuck in my driveway yesterday. Between me and my offspring, I figured, they are worth preserving.

Isn't the nervous system a wonder?? Ugh. Why can't I have an ulcer?

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