~ma for Perkins, best outcome, skilled surgical hands, no details missed.

I believe in cats. Cats are good, even when they are puking up hairballs on a favorite shirt lazily left on the floor. I believe in ~ma, too. I also believe that what I used to believe, as a fundementalist Christian, well... my conclusion is, that God does not work like that.

Though I really kind of wish I hadn't found myself looking at surgical pictures just now.

Yeah, I made the mistake of watching YouTube videos of the procedure I get to have done on my boob. Even without sound, erg.

~ma for you, Perkins!

Pix/ND: I'm appalled they missed a 7mm gall stone, but SOooooo relieved it's now out and gone.

Call them back if you don't hear from them right after lunch. Seriously.

Still haven't heard back from them. Called at 11 and got voice mail.

Keep calling. This is an emergency. You are not being unreasonable.

(ps yer cute when you blush ijs)

Thank you all so much for the ~ma. I spent the weekend in a cold medicine haze, briefly surfacing to go to the grocery with Calli. If I appear functional today at work, it's due entirely to pharmaceuticals. Beware when they wear off!

My sister-in-law's father passed away Sunday morning. My brother said that they are probably going to have to knock him completely out for the radiation, but he's totally up for that. Turns out the anxiety attacks are a physical symptom of the brain tumor, along with the speech problems, etc., and consequently, are very difficult to treat.

I'm still not sure when a good time to go up to NY will be. I'm thinking that I may want to let things settle a bit, and see how he's feeling after a few weeks of treatment. As my boss reminded me, I'm not going up there to fall into a caretaker role like I fell into with both of my parents (not that my brother and SiL would ever tolerate that from me in a million years). I'm just going up to visit, and to be there.

Loads and loads of ~ma to Perkins.

I'm so glad that there is good news in PixDesigns Land! You really, really deserve it.

Erin, I hope you get your Ambien soon. I wish that I still had the bottle of Ambien I got from my doctor three years ago when I was having trouble with insomnia, because it did nothing for me, and I'd totally send it to you. Except that it would surely be expired by now.

amyth, sending good thoughts for you and your family.

OMG, talked to the nurse! The doc will call me within 30 minutes. YAY. I hope.

She did ask if I'd gotten the bloodwork done, and I was all "ORLY? Sister, as soon as I can fall asleep, and wake up IN THE DAYTIME, I will he freakin' HAPPY to get that blood drawn."

Except I said it nicer.

ETA: SELFISH. amyth, I am so sorry to hear about your SIl's dad, and I feel so bad about your brother. And you are so sweet to offer me your invisible, expired drugs. If they weren't invisible, I wouldn't be arsed about the expiry. And SO MANY sleep drugs haven't worked for me, including Ambien CR. The bod is weird, yo.

Erin, maybe someday I can offer you non-invisible expired drugs. Or maybe even not-expired! My medicine cabinet is a gallery of failed experiments.

I'm bummed that, due to my cold, I missed the Billy Bragg show here Saturday night. He posted on Facebook that it was the best show of the American tour so far. CURSES!

{{{{Amyth}}}} I'm sorry to hear about your SiL's father. What a rough time for her. That's pretty rough for your brother, too. I hope he is well taken care of during his anxiety attacks, and the treatments.

much ~ma for Perkins. Thankfully there's never an either/or for ~ma dispersal, there's plenty to go round.

So now the nurse said the doctor said she can't prescribe anything else till she gets the bloodwork back. To which I said, no I haven't been fasting, because all I can do is fucking obsess how I'm not sleeping. But nicer. Then I told her, I've been awake for 20 hours, I just want to take something I KNOW will put me to sleep in 20 minutes, and then I can wake up IN THE MORNING, and clean my house and make dinner for my husband.

Then I started crying, and the nurse is really sympatheic, says she doesn't know why the doctor isn't prescribing this, and she'll talk to the doc again after she's done with her patient.

I hate this. This is cruel. There's nothing the bloodwork will tell you, honey; I have chronic fucking insomnia, and I need a two week script to turn my sleep schedule around. It's not that fucking hard, and docs prescribe this shit to people for airplane flights, what's the BFD?