It's All Relative

I saw Dr. Forman today and received high praise on my appearance. "This is the first time in weeks that I've seen you and not thought that you looked like someone who needs to be hospitalized." I guess that means that now I no longer look like death warmed over. That Dr. Forman really knows how to turn my head.

When I saw Dr. Forman a week ago, my chief complaint was my daily blackout. Attempting to take a few steps was like playing Russian Roulette. Would this trip to the bathroom contain the bullet? Would I pass out and hit the ground and then find myself lying supine on the cold, hard floor, bewildered and confused?

But, miraculously, I've had no dizziness and no blackouts for a week now. I've also been seeing an "alternative practitioner" and wonder if I can chalk up the disappearance of dizziness to the "alt team." I'm still highly skeptical of the therapy, question everything and do not hesitate to tell the practitioner, "That's a bunch of bunk." (Yes, I'm a dream patient.) And yet . . . something has changed.

The best news is that I've gone from 105 to 115 pounds. YES! I've managed to gain 10 pounds in one week. Of course, 115 pounds on a 5' 10" woman is still frightfully skinny, but I feel like I've graduated from emaciated POW to anorexic supermodel. Yes, it's all relative.