I’m alive, barely.   Dean came home from work early today to go w/ us to see the new house and stayed home because I had been feeling so bad.   I have been leaving messages for my dr for a week and she finally just called back this afternoon.   My test results from the EMG were normal. I know this because I had that other dr fax them to Dean’s work.  The dr who called me today who I’d been waiting to hear from still hadnt gotten the results.  So I told her the results and how bad I was feeling.  She said at this point she’s going to treat my symptoms and said the diagnosis may take a long time, that what may work best for me is treating my symptoms and if a certain course of treatment works then she’ll know it’s an autoimmune disorder or not then move onto a different treatment if needed.  So she’s calling in some hefty pain meds for me today so I can hopefully enjoy my holiday weekend.   Yesterday Dean came to the hotel to have lunch w/ us, but I slept while he fed the kids.   I hate feeling this  way, like I cant take care of my kids, and it’s really hard while cooped up in a hotel.    I am not looking forward to being back home alone w/ the kids for 2 weeks and having to pack up but maybe these new meds will help, praying they dont cost too much.   well gonna run..heading out for the evening.   I took a nap but still feel crappy…thus is my plight in life…