On to more serious things.
The result of everything yesterday: my EEG is scheduled for October 12 at 8 am. I will probably go in a side door, which I'm totally fine with. I'd come in through the roof if they wanted me to! I know technically I'm asking for special treatment, but I only want the same special treatment the law demands people give others who fall under the protection of the Americans with Disabilities Act.
Praises:
-my EEG is scheduled
-my husband takes good care of me
-the neurologist was eager to help in any way he could
-my seizure medication has finally been submitted to the pharmacy, although I probably won't start taking it until after my EEG
Prayer requests:
-my mental/emotional health
-nope, that's the only one for today. I can feel the anxiety and depression reaching its fingers toward me, and I need God's power to resist Satan's whispers