I hope ita ! Can check in soon. I'm all pins and needles hoping this goes well for her.
So, my dad called me. I burst into tears when I saw his name so I let it go to voicemail. He doesn't know what to do with raw emotion and I don't think I could have communicated clearly. He left a stilted message, apologizing for missing my birthday and that he would send an e-mail in response to my other stuff. Then goodbye. No, I love you and I know I'm just super sensitive right now but that set me off crying again. Once I was calm again K-Bug came in my room and I fell apart again. I'm just a fricking puddle right now.
That didn't suck.
She's woo woo nutty, but on the other hand? SHE FOLLOWS THE DOCTOR'S DIRECTIVES but is willing to bend a little to adjust in light of my history.
So I can listen to her blend of holistic quantum physics (there's an hour between drug #2 and #3, and I didn't know how to segue my way out of talking) as long as she's not being shitty or monomaniacal.
Unfortunately drug #2 made me incredibly nauseous despite drug #1, but my prescribed anti-emetic seems to have that basically dampened. Making note to get either #1 or #2 tweaked.
So all that needs to happen now is for it to be decently effective for the next week.
And she can also be my oatmeal cranberry muffin guinea pig (She seems a bit startled that people iterate versions of recipes. How else will we improve?).
So...there is the rest of my exhalation. We're booked for at least three more weekends more.
In not about me-ness, happy birthday, Suzi, and I'm really sorry about the flight, Sue.
Excellent, ita!
Aw, Suzi. Hormones combined with birthday is not fair at all. I'm sorry, sweetie.
Oh, ita, I so hope this works.
Whew!
Eta: it is sad that I am so relieved for "didn't suck", but there it is.
And separately: I'm sorry, Suzi. Sometimes you just gotta go with being a puddle.
ita, I really hope this works out. Woo woo nutty sounds like a much lesser evil than dealing with the uncertainty of how you'll be treated at the ER.
