I'm stuck on the couch watching reruns of Tabatha's Salon Takeover. I need to get up and shower, but there's always another episode.

My day is not off to a fantastic start. I tweaked my lower back yesterday, and as a result I couldn't run this morning. I did walk, but it's terribly stiff, even after two naproxen.

My dad called twice about my mother's doctor's appointment today, which I am sending the caregiver to because I'm already taking 8 hours of personal time this week for Mom's other appointment and my interview.

And I took my car to the garage to get the brake lights fixed but they'd moved! I was embarrassed because they moved two years ago and I never noticed. And they're moving again, even farther away, so I will have to get a new mechanic.

Bah.

I just had the racistest taxi driver. Well, not racistest, especially since he drove me. But he was insistently chatty, and once he stopped pitching Dancing With The Stars at me, it was all racist/nationalist weirdness. Like, Djokovic is Russian like the Boston bombers. Wouldn't listen to me on that front. And then a lot of "like that" because they're "from there" and then to diet making you taller (which, not a problem--we've all heard about the Japanese shift in diet and resultant height gain) but he had isolated all these groups--Somalis are taller than Ethiopians, but they are from right next to them! And the Bangladeshi are shorter than Indians, because they don't eat as well. Then he segued into famous people dying a lot, and would it be Aretha or Tina Turner next? And maybe he would die next. Really odd.

He was taking me to a neuropsych appointment, for which the doctor hadn't shown up after 40 minutes. An associate took me back, to prep me for my "long day". At which point I told her I didn't know why I had this appointment or what it would encompass (it was scheduled without checking with me too). Turns out they're assessing cognitive function, which, fine. But hours of testing? I can't do that on a good day, and today is not a good day, since I've been home sick since yesterday, and I can't drive. They're going to reschedule, and they're going to break it up--I fail on sustained effort right away.

Now I'm at the ER and they're giving me paltry meds, so I don't see the pain going away anytime soon, or the itching, which is the only result of the meds so far. I think I will need a gown to scratch properly.

ita, that is just crap on crap.

Oh, jeez, ita. I'm so sorry.

He was taking me to a neuropsych appointment

Maybe he was part of the test?

That just sucks. Truly. I wish you strong meds that break through the pain and give you the rest of the week back.

Oh ita, I'm so sorry.

What a crappy start to the week, ita. I hope you get some relief.

Thanks, guys. This is pretty much the pain that will happen with two bad bouts of insomnia. I can't get out from under that with the normal regimen.

Well, they're definitely not giving me more than 2mg at a time, so no pain relief. At least there was IV benadryl, so hopefully the itching will ease up before I'm discharged. The attending was kind, but more prophylactically helpful in theory than imminently palliative in practice.

My neuro is to call me this evening, which bodes ill for tomorrow, clearly.

Crappy, crappy, crappy stuff, ita !.