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.