Oz ,'First Date'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
What is with the nightmares last night? I dreamt I drove my car off an embankment into the ocean.
ION my glee at last night's discovery of yahoo messenger capabilities on my phone is now matched by my despair at discovering you have to sign out, you can't just exit the function. I used up 1000 minutes in my sleep.
They're having another conference next Friday
so back to San Diego again?
What was especially charming is that my subconscious took my current anxieties about Drew and combined them with my prior trauma about divorce to make a nightmare mixed drink. Which has left me hungover and shaky. FEH. My subconscious is on the list.Oh, Kristin. Your subconscious in on my list, too. Sheeeesh. The divorce is still fresh, too. That's a big life change, and no matter how much you know it was right, it's still hard.
Much the same. His mom is still in the hospital. They're having another conference next Friday to determine options for her going home eventually. His dad seems to still be in denial about the fact that some kind of permenant care is going to be necessary (though I think he knows it's inevitable) and no one wants to talk openly about any of it.
I'm so sorry. This must be so hard on all of them, and on you, because you're probably in the Other-Families-Are-So-Different Zone, too. The differences between dh's family and mine still surprise me, when there's a crisis.
Extra love to you and Drew.
Seriously?Seriously. Well, I did take Motrin. They offered me some prescription (some common one -- narcotic, I think -- but the name is totally escaping me, now). I asked if nausea was a side-effect. They said it was possible. I said, "No, thanks. Got any more of those ice pads?"
And the last time I needed a root canal, there was a delay between the diagnosis of need and the endontist appointment. My regular dentist gave me a script for [something related to oxycodone]. I filled it, because it's good to have in case of emergency, but never took it. I ended up throwing it away, when it expired. I hate to take stuff.
This must be so hard on all of them, and on you, because you're probably in the Other-Families-Are-So-Different Zone, too.What Cindy said. It's all still very new family-wise and that just adds more and different stress. I hope it is easier than expected both in what happens and in finally talking about it.
My regular dentist gave me a script for [something related to oxycodone]. I filled it, because it's good to have in case of emergency, but never took it. I ended up throwing it away, when it expired. I hate to take stuff.
BOGGLE! Pain is BAD! Pain meds are GOOOOOOOD!
Kristin, I'm thinking about all of you down there.
Pain is BAD! Pain meds are GOOOOOOOD!
I'm with Cindy here -- most prescription pain meds' side effects are worse for me than the pain. I'd rather be sore than vomiting any day.
Me too.
I took exactly one of the pain meds I got for my tooth infection/root canal (I think it was vicodin), then gave the rest to Cass. Stuff made me feel gross, and the pain wasn't that bad.
I am a great big wimp who will now back slowly out of the scary S&M room....
I hardly ever take pain meds. Whatever they gave me when I had my wisdom teeth out wouldn't stay down, and I even forget that, say, Motrin is an option when I have a headache most of the time.
That said, the Percocet my doctor gave me in the E.R. a couple of years ago was very nice indeed. Everything was just fine for a while.
This must be so hard on all of them, and on you, because you're probably in the Other-Families-Are-So-Different Zone, too.
This. I feel completely impotent, and I hate that feeling. I hope I'm at least making it all a little easier for Drew.
Pain is BAD! Pain meds are GOOOOOOOD!I am in the "pain meds are my friend" category as well.
Which is why I took 600mg of ibuprofin last night after I slipped on the kitchen floor and slammed to the ground. Cass, Drew says I'm beginning to rival you in terms of needing a padded hamster ball.
Hiccup.