Ah, the first day of a re-vamped prescription regime, wondering which bodily twitches are just twitches and which are the precursors of new and exciting side-effects.
Still, I quite like my doctor, double chins and all. We were talking about my blood pressure, which is creeping up again. Hubby was there, and I said, "I have stress," accompanied by pointed look at snickering Hubby. Doc: "Well, it's illegal to kill your husband." Not "It's a bad idea," just "It's illegal." My doc knows all the health excitement Hubby has, and it's nice to know Doc recognizes that it takes a toll on me.
I got so lucky that I got this doctor when I was in the hospital. He'd come in in the evenings to tell me if I was going to get sprung. One evening towards the end of the stay, he said, "I want to keep you at least another day." I said, "Dammit." He said, "Oh, a dammit doll." Hubby laughed and I just stared at the doctor, absolutely flummoxed and trying to decide if I was going to be amused. I can deal with a doctor who makes me laugh.
Yams and sweet potatoes are a different vegetable, though the names are often used interchangeably. Sweet potatoes have the same outside look as a yam, but have white flesh. Yams have orange flesh but are often called/sold as sweet potatoes. (vegetable pedant)
My client just told me he doesn't believe his clients will take imitative. It took me a bit to figure out he meant initiative.
Such a lovely fun day I'm having!
~ma to vw. ~ma to Aimee. I hate back pain. ~ma to Nora. I'm sorry for the stress.
I got so lucky that I got this doctor when I was in the hospital. He'd come in in the evenings to tell me if I was going to get sprung.
Ooh, ooh, I hope he would say "Good night, Connie, good work, sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."
Yams and sweet potatoes are a different vegetable, though the names are often used interchangeably. Sweet potatoes have the same outside look as a yam, but have white flesh. Yams have orange flesh but are often called/sold as sweet potatoes. (vegetable pedant)
Then my mother always made sweet potatoes at Thanksgiving and called them candied yams. I blame her for my ignorance.
connie, a good bed-side manner goes a long way for me with a doctor.
"Good night, Connie, good work, sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning."
If he had said that, he'd rank as the coolest doc in the world.
You yam/sweet potato Americans confuse me.
Our
yams have a variety of colours of their flesh, running through to yellow (most are variations on white and beige). They're not that sweet. Sweet potatoes are light green inside, and sweeter.
I don't know what this orange stuff you eat is "really" called.
I don't think I'm OK and I don't know what to do.
Nora, what do you need? Do you need to leave work? Do you need to leave work AND have company?
Can you leave work and call Tom?
I can't remember -- do you work at MIT? Could you go to the campus health center? (Obviously that won't help you if you don't work there.)
I need to do work, otherwise I'm fucked. I think i can finally get some stuff done, and the situation isn't as perilous as it was before - although by the time we all figured it out, I was already cramped up in high anxiety mode. I think I'm ok. I can't talk to anyone right now, so that precludes leaving, but hopefully that will change soon. My stomach still hurts but I can breathe withour sobbing, so that's an improvement.
Jesus, what the hell has happened to me? You know it's bad when I am envying someone's SPRAINED BACK.
I'm sorry for inflicting this on all y'all.
