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I've had three of these episodes now, where I'm a freaker/tweaker for 2-4 hours, but it seems longer.

I just need to know that someone else experiences something similar to this, to know that I'm not alone.

I become frantic, frenetic, like every molicule in my body is vibrating at double what it should be. Can't think, can't make a coherent sentence, can only shake and pace and move and tweak. The first time I was a little euphoric, but the last two times I felt out...

they wouldn't send me home with a precription for the dex, so I'm still in the "test" phase. I can only hope they got the numbers that I need.

Yesterday I had another one of those frantic freaker/tweeker episodes. Heh, I'm sure I'd be arrested for being intoxicated in public! I ended up walking in a circle in my kitchen for over an hour... When my brain started to work again, I taught my spud boy how to make a drink for me. He's not wild about giving me booze, but alcohol...

When i started this, I thought it would be a trivial matter to get diagnosed, and then treated. Oh, if only it had been that simple.

It's been a real struggle. Doctors who feel that they know best, doctors who won't test because Cushing's is too rare, doctors who won't test because they have a stick firmly wedged up their butt.

It's so hard to read about seeming everyone else's successes, to know that until I get this tumor out of my head I will never have any success...

This last Thursday was Cushie fun day for those of us who were down testing, (and Jaimie too!). So that meant Jamie, Monica and me, as well as my non-Cushie friend Traci.

We went and had girlie, girlie manicures and pedicures at a beauty college. What a treat that was... We were originally going to go to one place, but when we got there, we decided to try a different school.

One of the things I do to amuse myself is play "Hump or no Hump" where I try to...