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ENDO 2016

Great news - I will be going to ENDO 2016 this weekend!  I was unable to go today due to work, but I will be there tomorrow and Saturday at the CSRF booth. Come say hi if you will be there!

Cushing's Support and Research Foundation



I have been a little sick recently with a cold, and today I ended up leaving work in an ambulance yet again.  It was right before my lunch hour, and I started feeling a little dizzy and faint, so I went to an exam room to relax for a few minutes.  I ended up just getting worse, even sweating through my scrub pants, and my face was BRIGHT red.  I was seen quickly in Urgent care, and they thought due to my medical history it was worth it to send me to the ER to have some labs and chest X-rays done.

I think this was all caused by a combination of things.
1. Dehydration
2. Hypoglycemia (I woke up late and rushed to work without eating, or even grabbing breakfast on the way)
3. Cold medicine - you know how some cold medicine (I'm talking about you Sudafed) can make you feel a little out of it?  Maybe this happened to me, since I didn't eat anything with it.

I know it's been a year or two since I've done 30 blog posts in 30 days for Cushing's Awareness.  It's not possible for me to do 30 posts, but I will be posting a few special things throughout the month.  Watch for the first one next week!

I'm going to rest up for tomorrow. Below are some links to past Cushing's Awareness Challenge posts.  Thanks for reading!


Cushing's Awareness Challenge 2013 Day 1

I Write About My Health Because...

10 Things You Need for a Hospital Stay

Dear Doctors,

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