And yes, everyone needs to know how to stop before "just one more" leads to tears.

Emmett's feeling very contrite though it was really more my fault than his since I didn't rein things in when I knew it was spinning out of control. He's really just not used to having an adult body, but that's where he is now.

Not exactly a teachable moment but sort of a future leverage deal: "Remember the broken window? Let's chill out now."

Glad everyone's okay. Once or twice when I was growing up, the broken window was because a brother put his fist through it while fighting with another brother.

Ohman. I wish my cousin's place had a bathtub. RSI pain is bad and showers aren't cutting it. Tried to do a drop-in at Berkeley Sauna yesterday but they were all booked up. Oh well...Just two more days 'til Harbin.

I saw a nicely dressed man today get out of a cab with his girlfriend (and his drycleaning) then turn around and put both fists through the window on the front passenger side. The fuck?

The fuck?

I'm kind of impressed. Car windows don't break so readily. Not by fist anyway.

Good night, ita! I`m glad he`s all right, but sheesh!
 
And I`m glad Emmett`s all right too.
 
sarameg, I totally know. My facebook page is half insipid pseudo-spiritual babble and half cussing and chatspeak...the kids the first group is giving me money to hang out with. Heh.

He said he would have told me when I came home at Christmas.

Gee, that's swell of him. Psssssht. Families.

Anyway, YIKES!!!! Dad of ita, no more wandering into a robbery! (Now I suddenly morphed him into a Mr. Magoo-like character wandering into a robbery and then back out, perhaps with some of the ill-gotten loot somehow.) That's freaking scary!

mac refused to go to bed when I said it was bedtime. I told him, to NOT wake me up and turn off lights. That was about 9pm. He woke me up about an hour ago and I have not been able to get back to sleep. Of course he left all the lights on AND left out a bunch of dirty dishes because he ate a bunch. NOT ON. I've locked down the tv and put away the ds, we may not make it to church, but he will get woken up at 6:30 dammit.

I guess I'll go get into his bed and see if I can sleep since he is in mine.

Stupid douche bitch doctor. Doesn't want to give me any pain meds. Says I'm too calm. I ask her if she thinks I'm lying about the pain. She says no. So I'm not in enough pain? She waffles. She wants to give me only anti nausea meds IM and benadryl orally. I tell her this will give me a panic attack.

In fact I cry, which makes her thin I'm a drugseeker. I tell her I'm hanging on by my fingernails, haven't slept right in two weeks, and am freaking out at the idea of going home with the same headache I came in with.

She's uncomfortable with the idea of putting an IV in my neck. She's uncomfortable with the idea that pain meds are the best solution. I try and convey to her the abject misery that is chronic migraines, and how two days off and not that bad for the rest of the week is a win.

Okay, she just came back in from talking to the attending. He's good people, and believes that since I'm not wandering the streets in a drug induced haze, but instead orchestrate the whole thing so I can get maximum pain free work days, I'm not at risk.

She backs down some from her position and seems contrite, and tells me she's not trying to judge my pain. Still, they want to administer IM, which is fail. I think of sickle cell woman from yesterday and stand my ground-or at least petition for someone to try IV my feet since they admantly refuse my neck.

We will see.

Fuck the doctor's discomfort. If she doesn't like treating patients the way they need to be treated she should go into another line of work. I hope they'll get the IV thing working for you soon, ita.

No IV. Either she never asked the nurses, or they refused to try. Also, oral benadryl. Why do they keep insisting it works just the same as injected? Do they not take medicine? My migraine specialist gets this *so* clearly, and then you hit a doctor that looks weird at me because I'm unwilling to risk an anxiety attack. Lady, I've been crying for half an hour. You want me to gamble with adding meds-induced panic to that because you *refuse* to give me a shot of benadryl, for fuck's sake?

She's all "I'm sure we'll see each other again. " Why, lady, why? You don't like treating me. I don't think you're actually doing me any medical good.

Oh, great. She wants to know how I'm doing. THE SAME. "How does it usually make you feel? Instantly awesome?" Administered this way it makes me feel nothing but sleepy. No pain relief. And I'm not even sleepy.

She's writing for more subq dilaudid. Which makes me suspect I got a really low dose the first time. But, fuck, the bar is so low I'm impressed she offered more meds. Of course, I'm sure I'm an addict for accepting. Fuck you. I'd be addicted to pain relief in a hot second if I could achieve it for more than two days.

I wonder what a chronic pain sufferer who's not chasing drugs looks like. I should be one for Halloween.