graceanne
iteroticalay urugay
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LOL! Yes, he bought me a GPS and I never go anywhere without it. He says one day he's afraid he'll come home and I'm circling the tree in the front yard, crying and muttering that I can't find my house.
He has maps in his head and always knows where he is and is never lost. Magic. When I first moved here he'd draw me these incredibly detailed maps with railroad crossings, stop lights (he'd color them in red, orange and green) and street names, from memory. Proportions were always perfect and I had about 100 of them in the glove compartment.
K gets so frustrated with me. Today he and his brother were joking about getting drunk, and finding themselves somewhere, and not sure where. I was like 'yeah, I do that sober'. I've lost track of the times I've called K and said 'um, I'm on the corner of this and that. How did I get here, and how to get OUT of here?' and he's always like 'YOU'RE WHERE!?!'
In the meantime I watch "Mystery Diagnosis" and it's cathartic. HAH! See? People ALL OVER THE WORLD get told it's in their head, it's a cold, it's stress, you need to relax, you need to eat better, you need to exercise...when it's a fucking deadly genetic condition affecting 0.0002% of the population or some such.
There are good doctors. But as to "What I won't Do" in a life medically to anybody - it's what doctors do to me constantly. Evaluate me, disbelieve me, treat me like cattle, and take the complicated circumstances of my life and write a prescription for the lowest common denominator.
When I first got sick was shortly after my oldest child was born. I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what. My doctor kept saying it was post partum depression. Then I started bleeding, and that doctor told me that it was in my head. (I fired her.) Then I had my second child, and by then I was filling the toilet up with blood at least once a day, and that doctor said it was in my head. Then I stopped being able to keep anything down, and I lost fifty pounds in a month, and that was the flu. It wasn't til I lost so much blood that I had to be hospitalized and given three units of blood that they took me seriously. Of course, now if anything happens it's blamed on the Crohns disease.
Believe me when I say I hear you regarding no one believing you.
I can't visualize either. My mom and I jokingly call it a "phonographic memory" because I recall things aurally. I never had to study in school, as long as the lesson was spoken out loud. If I hear something once, I can recall the sound in my head with in 1/4 of a note accuracy. When the lesson wasn't spoken in class I had to go home and read everything out loud, or I wouldn't remember. When I was in American history, the only chapter I got above a C on was the chapter my mother read to me. (I have a bit of dislexia as well so reading was more work than I thought worth better than a C)
When I recall things from my childhood, I don't see them, I hear the details of what went on, down to what colors the clothing was. Everything is sort of like hearing a radio program go on in my head.
The whole visualize and fantasize thing really illudes me. *shrug*
Yeah, I can't remember what people are wearing, or whatever, but I can remember conversations until the end of time. lol