Abdomen pain: moved on to right side today after several days very dull on left. Come out, come out, whatever you are!
Gut appointment: made, May 19, first week of summer break. She's an internist too. I'm thinking that's a good thing. Slowly concocting succinct speech that will invoke her scientific curiosity and make her care about figuring this out. Worst possible scenario: she tells me I've done everything I can do. Better than not knowing.
Coochie pain: roaring on and off. No -- screeching. My coochie was screeching today, a car pealing out. Had some potentially flaring things recently, like black tea. Hoping we'll get back on course after a few days eating better.
Nose: I might be up this late because there is something that blooms or grows or otherwise spews histamine triggers into the air at night -- ONLY at night -- living under my floorboards. What is this thing? It has my coffee table half-covered with tissues.
Me: I have so much schoolwork to do, but I'm exceptionally calm. Usually I would be very -- as I call it -- "chemical" right now, mired in bipolar symptoms. I'm a little wavy, but in most moments I would call my mood "normal."
It reminds me of when I had to leave college mid-semester because I was too sick (bipolar) to function. I felt very "normal" then too, but only because I was completely avoiding my work and doing whatever I wanted to do. So maybe I'm not actually in a good place, because yeah, I'm kind of not making progress on my homework these days either. But there are signs of life: I took a quiz yesterday that I was completely ready for, and I attempted to work at least three times today.
We'll see. I've got three weeks left and a lot of code to write. I'm failing to get worried about it, but I think that's a good thing.