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?

Good grief, Erin. What the fuck, seriously?

ETA: And why did I chuck that expired Ambien? DAMMIT.

{{{{amyth and family}}}}, {{{{Erin}}}}. And ~ma to Perkins again.

Ah, it's a sweet thought, doll. No worries.

I don't know. I don't understand the rationale. I called another place, and they accept walk-in's at 2, so I'mma think I'll go there, unless she changes her mind before then. But I think, perhaps, I don't want her for my GP. Feels like I'd try to get a Z-PAk and she'd want to prescribe a nice bowl of chicken soup...and some bloodwork.

Sleep relief~ma, Erin.