Well, my past couple days have been wonderful. Got offline around 1-2 this morning intending to go to bed, but instead had a panic attack over this pain and numbness I was feeling in my arm. Went to the ER and they did blood work to confirm it wasn't thyroid related, diagnosed me with peripheral neuropathy, punted me out the door and told me to find a neurologist. Got home at 7am and passed out (my poor mom had also driven 90 minutes to see me and wasn't here more than an hour). Called several neurologists and they all told me they didn't have appointments until December. So I promptly had to argue with them endlessly until I could finally get something for next week.
In other news, I hate my fucking life.