I feel like a junkie because I can call my doctor and say "Hey. It hurts a lot. Can I have some heavy painkillers?" and he'll call in a prescription.

Hell -- I don't call the doctor. I just leave a message at the front desk. He doesn't seem to care much what "it" is. I think he just doesn't want me to come in. That's the same way I got my last physical therapy prescription. Over the phone.

You should call and request a pony.

because I hated feeling like a junkie, too.

I totally know rationally that my ish is because of wee little addictions a lot of people (on the non-bio side, so not with the rational) in my family have had to pills. I worry about what things will look like much more than I worry about what they really are.

Actually the Dr. was going to call the Vicodin in when he called in the Flexeril (which I am taking totally as prescribed because I figure it is actually helping as opposed to masking) and I was the one who said not yet. What was I thinking? Never, never, ever pass up keeping painkillers on hand for emergencies unless you already have a stash of a few on hand.

That's the same way I got my last physical therapy prescription. Over the phone.

No, no it wouldn't. But can I say that I now think of "Emmett" as a Kid Name and I used to think of it as an Old Guy name?(but of course the Old Guys had parents once and one day there are gonna be Grandpa Brians, which I hope I'll still be able to have a sense of humor about, when it happens) Susan, I'm not sure why, with the strong reaction. Some movie or something, probably.

And can I ask that we stop talking about the perceived attributes of Emmett's name?

I'll leave it at this: I think of Emmitt Smith, the greatest of all the running backs on the Cowboys, a team far superior to the battery-throwing evil that is the Philadelphia Eagles.

My favorite baseball name? Razor Shines.

You should call and request a pony.

I think my chances are decent.

Never, never, ever pass up keeping painkillers on hand for emergencies unless you already have a stash of a few on hand.

My Flexoril has refills, and I make sure I have an extra bottle on hand, because the moment the scrip runs out will be the moment I'm effectively mobilised by pain.

When my knee was busted, I discovered that I can't take powerful painkillers on a regular basis -- three or four days in, and they stop working. I had doctors around (family) and they'd cut me a new script on demand, insisting that removing the pain NOW was more important, and if I got addicted they'd help me get off -- and if I OD'd, they knew what to tell the EMTs. It was the only way I could make peace with the pills, despite everything the pain was doing to me. Months and months of pain.

I must have missed where the conversation went to drag queen and ass kicking land. Sorry it bothered you, Hec.

For what's it's worth on the Alistair track--one of the--if not *the*--most well liked kids in my graduating class ('85), and I mean that across social clique lines, and among girls and boys both, was named Eugene. Nobody picked on Eugene. He was respected, popular, and genuinely nice.

Names totally depend on the person in question. Cool person = cool name.

I know more than one Alistair. (Working where I do, it's not surprising.) So while it may not be the name of any active Buffista's child, I wouldn't call it theoretical either.

Names totally depend on the person in question. Cool person = cool name.

This is true. There are names I've ended up loving, because I know people by that name, and there are names that have been ruined for me, in just the same way.