OH. MY. FUCKYESSSSS.

So I had my three month (actually, it's been four months now) follow-up with my neurologist today. I've been nervous all week, falling just short of dread, thinking that I wasn't making enough progress. I wasn't consistently taking my meds (I'm an entire bottle behind schedule) and I feel like my weight loss has been slow, which is silly because it's not like she said anything about needing to lose weight. This one was all my own.

So I walked into the hospital a few minutes late, took a detour to the restroom, and walked out to find that I was only a few steps behind her! I had to wait less than a minute after checking in with the receptionist before I was in an examination room.

We chatted about holiday travel plans and discussed headaches (which wasn't much of a discussion since I was first referred to her office lacking this single telltale symptom of IIH). She took her fancy tool and turned off the lights to take a look at my optic nerve after doing a quick visual field exam. This was the part I was worried about.

Her words: Almost perfect.

ALMOST PERFECT! I've never been so happy to be slightly abnormal. I had my Diamox dose increased slightly, now I'll be taking three pills at night instead of two, and the doc expects that I will be NORMAL come February when I have my next appointment.

My weight loss calculator also suggests that I'll have lost an additional 20 pounds by the day of my scheduled appointment, meaning that my total weight loss will be 10% of my starting weight, which was the original goal and the point at which IIH starts to be cured.

CURED. I expect to be off these meds by next summer. !!!!!

I took a minute to taking in the gravity of these words before I called all the people I love to let them know the news. And then I took my ass to the gym.

I did 46 minutes, 4 miles, 705 calories, my heart rate was consistently between 150-156 the entire time, averaging 59 RPMs. Oh, and I stepped it up to level 2 and I didn't even notice.

Oh. My. Fuck. Yesssssssss.