I saw a very nice otologist today who confirmed the Menière's diagnosis (not that anyone's really surprised) and suggested a course of steroids to treat the current flare-up. I took steroids for a flare two years ago, and I remembered that I'd made some notes about it in my journal, so I went back and looked.
a) I tagged all the posts so I could find them easily.* Yes, it took a bit of work to do the initial set-up of my meticulous tagging system. Yes, it was TOTALLY WORTH IT.
b) My "notes" were hour-by-hour logs of my physical and emotional reactions and what I did, ranging from "this visualization technique helped with a wave of anxiety" to "a friend says I have to take the pills with food, but the literature disagrees, and I feel fine as long as I take antacids twice a day". For the full six days.
Now I feel completely prepared! Taking new meds really stresses me out, especially when they can exacerbate my chronic anxiety, and it's wonderful to be going into this course of treatment feeling so relaxed and ready. Thanks, past-me!
Also, today's tests show that the flare isn't any worse than past flares have been, which means the condition isn't progressing, which is VERY good news. The doctor was fabulous and didn't talk down to me. He told me about a pilot study for a new treatment that might be really helpful for me, and I won't disqualify myself from treatment by taking the steroids, so I can wait to see whether they work before trying a new thing. His office staff comfortably called me "Rose" (I don't always out myself as trans* to customer-facing folks, but I do ask them to use my first name because I hate having gendered titles applied to me), and they got me out of there quickly enough that I could get to work not too late and get a lot of work done. So for a day that could have been pretty awful, it's been pretty great.
* If anyone's curious, the posts are here. My biochemistry and neurochemistry are a bit wacky, so my experiences may not be applicable to anyone else's.
Usual request: Please don't offer medical advice unless you think I'm about to do something that will significantly harm me.
Kitchen is pretty much done, now, other than a couple of spots (eg, where they had to put a skim of plaster up). Hall next week. And Parental Visitation, eek. (Actually, relatively good timing: "No, Mother, of course the house isn't tidy, I've got the builders in...".)
Now we need some way to fix the kitchen roll to the wall, complicated by the fact that we usually buy it from Costco, where they're an inch or two longer than a normal roll....
Does it say more about the uncoolness of me or more about the passe-ness of South Park that the first I heard of the South Park RPG was on R4's Front Row this evening...?