Remember that episode of Seinfeld where Elaine gets "difficult" noted in her medical chart and by the end of the episode, she's begging Kramer to get a vet to prescribe medications for her? Yeah. The Old Woman likes to threaten that someday, if I don't watch it, that will be me. What the Old Woman doesn't know is that I have a terrific relationship with my vet, and I'm confident she'd happily prescribe meds for me. And, I prefer to think of myself as an "assertive" patient.
So, after several months of being put on this drug or that one or tweaking it a bit and being introduced to a variety of machines that "go ping" I have finally been released from a not so fun chapter in my medical history. But, now I'm hyper aware of anything that could be a symptom of recurrence. And, frankly, it kinda feels like my brain has been co-opted by aliens. Like the aliens who took one of my kidneys a few years back.