Oh, I have hot chocolate makings! That sounds good.

Now I'm apparently going to watch Survivor instead of going to bed, but I'll still save the cocoa for another night.

Also, 30 Rock continues to make me laugh more than anything.

The Bailey's would counteract the sugar and caffeine, wouldn't it?

That's the plan, anyway.

And, Steph, it was the pain people, the ones theoretically familiar with propofol who were the ones balking. My migraine guy came round.

Instead I'm home with prescription dilaudid, which is mostly a recipe for nausea, although it may stretch out my time between ER visits a couple days. Next step is Oxycontin, and after that, decapitation.

I am becoming more and more convinced that there needs to be a profession of medical care coordinators in this day and age. Educated in medicine, pharma, psych and insurance insanity. An educated advocate capable of navigating the system on behalf of the client, who knows the client's history and personality, and who is good at communicating to the client their options, and who has medical power when the client is incapacitated. On call. And that's their JOB.

People should check out 30 Rock when everything else is in reruns. You won't be sorry.

Anyhoodle, the journey to find iyabarbiedollandcar was kafkaesque but no need to go into details-- typical new york you can never find anything that you can find at a normal suburban Target. But I had heard about how expensive Barbies have gotten? I'm pretty sure I paid like $3-4 dollars twenty years ago, and they are only $7 (!) now. The andcar was only $10!

I totally figured Barbies were in the $15-$20 range these days. Crappy faux-barbies were like a buck when I was a kid.

Maybe my parents lied to avoid me being barbie obsessed. Or we really were that poor.

ita, one of my bosses recommends a dill pickle a day as salt treatment. But salt tablets are probably the easiest way to go. The brand name is Thermotabs.

Oh, man. Matilda's in my lap swooning with sleep, and it's barely seven. Last night she had an epic bout of I Am Not Sleepy And I Will Not Go To Bed!, complete with four or five rounds of fighting her way back to the waking world from 98% asleep (each time accompanied by fretful whining and sobbing, because whatever her mind said, her body was TI.RED). The only sustained sleep she got was 40 minutes unconscious on Hec's chest in the living room starting at about 11:30, from which she promptly woke the second he transferred her to me.

Last night: so painfully sleepless for everyone (and Hec, who has another writing assignment due at the end of the week, got no writing done at all). Tonight, she hasn't even had dinner and she's dead to the world.

Let her sleep? Wake her up and try to keep her up for at least another hour so she doesn't sleep the night through and then wake up at five in the morning?

And, Steph, it was the pain people, the ones theoretically familiar with propofol who were the ones balking. My migraine guy came round.

Jesus fucking Christ. It's not like the drug is a random suggestion -- all these medical professionals have to do is use The Google. If *I* can find it, they sure the hell can. There are goddamned documented studies of it working.

Another drug you might want to mention to your migraine doctor is thalidomide. Apparently it's been successful at reducing intractable pain: [link] (scroll down).