Sunday, March 29, 2009


How could I forget?! This one goes out to my future roomie. :)

So the good thing about Dysautonomia is that most people get better with time. The less-fantastic fact is that we don't know how long my bout might last...a couple months or a couple years. But my mom is super optimistic -- she's gone ahead and renewed her Illini football tickets. I'm hoping against hope to be able to return to school in the fall. I'm bummed that I just got an email saying *all* my U of I information will be deleted in about 2 weeks (lol they must've realized I found that loophole and reviewed all the honors essays >.< ) ... but I did receive a confirmation email for my housing for this fall! Focusing on the positive.


The maid service at the hotel, day by day, has been eating my chocolate cake in our mini-fridge. This is not a joke. Mom is censoring me from printing the rest of the story because I am very tired and punchy, and she does not wish you all to think me entirely delirious.

Tomorrow I have 7 appointments at Mayo -- 7:15am to 5:15pm. Blood tests, dermatology consult, neurology consult, Holter monitor, just to name a few. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!

love and chocolate sprinkles,


  1. Hey Emma:
    I have loved enjoyed reading your blog. I hope that this trip to the Mayo Clinic produces some positive results. Keep fighting.

  2. Good Morning Beautiful Emma!

    I cannot believe the maid service is eating your chocolate cake...although chocolate cake is yummy and hard to resist. Aye aye aye!

    I am praying for you, keeping positive, thinking of you, and missing you!

    HUGS to you and your mom!

  3. I also believe this will improve with time (provided you keep taking care of yourself). And yeah, it might take a really long time. So basically, hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.

    Hope the appointments went well.

  4. I had a monthly maid in NJ and I trusted her absolutely. However, once I bought some twinkies for a tutoring party. They weren't for me, so I noticed when the box was opened and a twinkie was missing the day my maid came.