I had a shit day, and that was because I saw my neurologist. Lovely lady, not responsible for my brain damage.

I went to claim over the counter at Medicare. Chick was obviously having a bad day, which I no doubt made worse. In response to "HiHowAreYou?", I said that I'd seen better days. She noted that I didn't have inoperable cancer. I said that's true, then asked where on the 'HowAreYou' scale she would put MS. No further words passed between us, except for her counting the refund out loud.

Late in the day I was exposed to crap TV media. Makes me so angry to listen to idiots. People are not 'like butter' to sharks. Butter would be far easier. Sharks do not single out and hunt down humans through malice, to a shark *everything* is potential food.

Closest to an upside was that the neurologist confirmed my theory about my brain trying to use visual input to detect balance and motion. The effect fascinates me because sometimes I *feel* movement while I am stationary.