So what's it mean if my body seems to be craving salt? Yesterday I bought a TON of salt snacks when shopping. I chowed down on like a 1/2 bag of Ruffles. Even at dinner tonight, I put salt on my corn. First time I've reached for the salt shaker in I dunno how long.

I know what it means when I crave salt. It means that Daniel better have a nice stock pile of chips and chocolates for me, or I'll be extra bitchy with the PMS. In general though, you can figure it means your electrolytes are out of balance somehow. In your shoes, I'd be chugging a sports drink plus getting some potassium somehow, in addition to the sodium.

Sometimes a salt craving actually is a potassium craving, as they have similar flavor.

Oh, god, Ambien is evil. But it will put me to sleep--like y'all I just have to remember to GO TO BED.

As for painkillers I've developed a horrible resistance. I carry a note from my migraine specialist telling ER docs to start me with 6mg of dilaudid. Last ER visit the doctor bargained with me--6mg, or 4mg with the possibility of 4mg more later. Honestly? I've had up to 18mg in one visit before getting relief. But the ER is skittish, so I rarely get as much as 12. Hell, we had to go behind my first doctor's back to get me any dilaudid at all--she thought toradol would kill the pain. And fuck the nausea. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm a drug-seeker, because she didn't want to give me Benadryl/compazine either.

Fuck her.

Why don't drs. trust other doctors? Why do they always think they know everything, and you can be used as a guinea pig? Why can't they believe that I know about what my body is doing?

ita. do they have ANY idea of what your brain is doing? I had the worst migraine of my life about 2 weeks ago, and I kept thinking about you through it. It was incapacitatingly painful, and I know it had to have been nothing compare to what yours are and I can't even imagine.

Nah, they still have no clue. The current plan is to knock me out with ketamine (yay, horse tranq/date rape drugs!) and hopefully break the chain, but my specialist is having a hard time finding someone willing to dose me up. I should just find a club kid and do it myself.

Hell, you can make in in corningware. From what I hear. But since I've made brownies from a MIX that turned out wrong, you might want to find the fancy non-street version of SpecK.

Stupid bodies with the pain and the blood and the GAH.

I feel like a total druggie because it felt like none of my friends had heard of it. I'm like "SPECIAL K! THE K HOLE!" But I'm not a druggie. I just watch crime TV. I know Jesse's heard of it...

Not that I'm saying you're a druggie, Erin, you understand...

Heh. I've certainly never done it (that I know of) but I have heard of it and known people who have done it. Socially. Although, really, not that much social about ketamine.

And really, back in the day I did my share, but I'm all aged and about actual therpeutic drugs now, and let me tell you, it's not NEAR as fun worrying about function rather than funny forms.

Huh. I am (girl stuff here) actually tracking how much blood loss I'm going through and it's kinda...actually worse than I thought. This is a pretty average period for me. I started at 2 am last night, and I have gone through 6 SuperPlus tampons, 3 of those in the last 4 hours. That's 12-15 grams/milliliters of blood a tampon, so about 40-45 milliliters in the last 4 hours? And mennoraghia is classified as 80+ milliliters in the entire period?

Maybe I've should have been keeping better track of my hoo-ha rather than just saying "it's bad." Hrm.

EDIT: Hmm. But looking at the blood donation site (and yo, that made me woozy) the average blood donation amount is 450 milliliters, so that's a perspective, right.

In summary, if I could just go to sleep, I wouldn't be overanalyzing this. Le sigh.

Maybe I will skip the gyno and just spend a lot of money on shoes.

God, I wish I could sleep too. Although I am in time-sync with the bitches, my period is relatively low key. It's my head that's keeping me from sleeping. So I just sent off an email to my GP telling him that if he can't find me prescription painkillers that work he might as well give me Ambien so I don't have to be awake for the pain.

I hope your issues turn out to be non-issues, Erin.

Dude. Your doctor should be giving you FREE ambien, if he can't actually find a painkiller that works. I mean, Dilaudid? Damn.

I'm kinda curious to see how long it is before I fall down from not sleeping. I had 4 assy hours yesterday late morning, and between my crappy cold cough, insomnia and the period that ate new york, I am entirely amused with how decrepit I am.

I AM glad you're up tho. I rarely get a chance to talk with you and I don't feel quite so desert-desolate.

Although I just heard a couple break up in my alley. Dude, you're supposed to do that at 2 am, not 5:45. Who breaks up in the early morning?

Hmm. I want some tea.