That's... better?

I literally feel so fucked up that the only foods I've been able to eat are yogurt, cheese, red meat, lettuce, and potatoes. I suppose that it's from the postictal state. I'm trying so, so hard to eat as much as I can to at least get enough calories and nutrition. It is hard to think straight. The protein from the meat and yogurt is starting to help. So is the B-Complex vitamin from earlier.

I've turned off the thermostat, opened several windows, and turned on a couple of fans, for both exhaust and intake. The cats are enjoying various sunbeams. I had incredibly strange dreams, but that is what happens when I'm postictal.

But it's warm and sunny!

In my utmost joy at finally seeing warm sunny weather, I keep forgetting that warm weather tends to increase my flares and episodes of fibromyalgia, nerve pain, gustatory rhinitus (and obviously spring allergies), OCD, ADD, and epilepsy (be it actual seizures or simple reality shifts). However, considering that I have almost twenty separate diagnosed ailments, I will be grateful and take what I can get, since cold weather aggravates... everything.
Addendum: My pain specialist head nurse believes I may have arthritis in at least my right knee and wants me to go get tested for all arthritis types. I don't wanna. No, seriously. I don't want to know. I know I must, I have to. Because of the pain and the swelling. But you know how it is. "Well, fuck, one more thing, huh?" Although at this point, I might as well just get it over with and if it's true I might as well just accept it. Body, you fucking asshat.

Time for a cheeseburger, damn it. And pistachios. PISTACHIOS. Gods, I want pistachio ice cream.