Well the last two weeks have been, well, unmemorable in that I remember very little of them. First, I started on all my pills which as I had forgotten (or more likely, hidden from waking memory) were quite difficult for my body to acclimate itself to. First of all, I started feeling sick--really sick, and all the time. The problem with this (especially when you're taking a literal handful of pills every day) is that you don't really want to take the literal handful of pills. So taking those every 6 hours became an exhausting chore.
Then the peeling started, and by this, I mean on my face. My nose and the skin next to it began quickly peeling off. Then the skin on my lips began drying out like they were being slow-baked all day. Ugh, the corners of my mouth still hurt from being dry and raw. This is a nasty side effect of the Accutane, I'm sure.
Alas the dizziness hasn't stopped. I haven't fallen yet, but I fear that day may be close approaching. I'm re-reading The Brain That Changes Itself right now, and it's about a woman called Cheryl who is a wobbler. She almost completely lacks the ability to keep herself upright. She's got to hold onto a wall or post to keep herself upright. Otherwise, she constantly falling. Even when she hits the ground a hole opens up and swallows her.
What's amazing is that a forward-thinking Neuroscientist, Paul Bach-y-Rita, wondered if he could stabilize her by sending signals of her stature to her, get this, tongue. Upon the first day of the experiment. The woman was kept upright with no sense of balance problems for 20 minutes! Then afterward she had a kind of layover for about twenty seconds. Upon further use of the device, she kept standing for longer and longer until to everyone's surprise, she didn't need it anymore. To find out all the tantalizing details of how and why this happened, you'll have to read the book. It's quite miraculous.
So to keep this entry from being dark and black, I have to end on a good note. And I have a good one to end on. I feel good today. I've decided that the ketogenic diet can wait. I'm having enough trouble the way it is right now. I don't want to throw something else in the mix to knock me on my ass again. I also want to be able to have some inkling of desire to get up and go work out or hang out with friends (which I've had no desire to even call anyone I know here yet). So, like always, I need to brush my clothes off and reorient myself to this new (or revisited) place in which I am at the moment.
