Ha! I had to scurry to close Bitches this morning when the trainer said, "And now I'm going to initiate a remote access session."

I'm super baked after today's lessons. More students, so it's a little more tiring, and less downtime.

Earlier, I heard an electrician knocking on another door in my building, and looked around quickly to see if I would let him in here. (He didn't come to my door.)

I had a co-worker walk up to my desk and make weird "Pfah!" noises. I thought he was judging my lunch, but apparently it was my "posting on forums during the work day" that he was muttering about. NOT NEAR MY MANAGER, YOU DOLT.

I *knew* when he said he posted pictures of my Community mug that he didn't mean FB. I just knew. Even online, it's not that often I meet someone who makes allusions to Stargate and Supernatural in successive sentences. "This doesn't make sense. Something is wrong. Is there sulphur by the windowsills? Did Colonel Carter stop by? Without time dilation, that will never happen."

Whoah, dorkage alert!

ita, be overcautious with yourself. I really don't like the symptoms you were having today. They are scary.

Mom, I'll wish you happy birthday if you'd just get home!

I'm currently trying to explain to the neuro how low my bar is. I'm not asking for a way for the pain to go away--I'm asking for it to be controlled to a level where I can work 5 days out of 7. I have given up on it stopping hurting. But I don't play the lottery, so I have to be able to support myself. Short or long term disability aren't viable. I have no choice except to be able to keep working.

Because in working you get to keep paying for things like the ability to have treatment for your headache and the health insurance to cover it. Ugh. ita. I'm sorry.

His words:

The only other option is to have you admitted for IV treatment.

Okay, sure! I'll get admitted to hospital 52 times a year. That sounds like a totally reasonable use of everyone's time and resources. That's not a waste of ANYTHING.

If he doesn't have my back (the pain doctor is a toss up--it's a miracle he's prescribing me pain meds, but he normally "fixes" my shoulder once a year--the flexeril is because he hasn't been able to fix it this year) I am effectively backless. I have that general doctor from Gonda who called my record of bad response "dubious" who seems reasonable, but I DON'T KNOW WHO THE FUCK HE IS. He's not *my* doctor. I need *my* doctor to want to help me. For fuck's sake why is that complicated?

He wants you to go into the hospital every WEEK? WTF?

Is being admitted that much worse than having it in the ER?

I'm currently trying to explain to the neuro how low my bar is.

I don't know if this is useful, but could you talk about it in terms of being able to drive? That seems concrete and life-affecting.