Well, I'm admitted, and the physician's assistant is familiar with me--shes the one to whom I barfed all my social worker issues last time. I should be up for a second dose shortly.

And speaking of social workers, I'm having one paged to see if I can get the human part of this sorted out. If Dr. Goldfarb is never gong to treat me (the small, infrequent doses fail on the "treating" and the "me" part of that--he's administering drugs to my portacath--the orders were written without a doctor talking to me first, and I only got her in there because I pushed back for anti-inflammatory and anti-emetic. I knew the painkiller doses weren't going to improve once I saw his crabby face looking over the resident's shoulder), then we need to work out a way to save the three hours and the waste of medication. While getting me treatment.

I am now thinking of Milo with my paternal grandmother, Miss Di. We weren't very close--I know we talked when we visited her in the small town where she lived, but not about what. Distinct, though, is the hot cup of Milo and buttered hard-do bread that always greeted me. Anyone who knew me before age 10 knew that's how you deal with me, along with giving me access to your bookshelf and not being sad if some of it never came back.

She had a four room house, I remember--her bedroom, a guest bedroom, a living room, and a dining room/quasi kitchen. Her decor featured lots of ceramic statues of Collies and German Shepherds, as well as being my introduction to plastic fruit (which I'd bite every time, to see if anything had magically changed in the six months since we last visited. Her bathroom was across a small driveway from her house, in the same building as her real kitchen--the house itself had no electricity or running water. There was still no toilet--there was an outhouse surrounded by graves and cocoa trees. She also had huge (as big as her house) moss-covered rocks in her property, just outside her back door. And I'd also remember the full trunk we'd go back to Kingston with--jam packed with sugar cane, yams, citrus, and whatever else she'd reaped from her farm.

Okay--note left for social worker to call me. I hope this works better than the last note a month ago.

Dear Douchebag,

When parking your precious shiny black sports car one foot over into a second (and the last available) space in a parking lot to protect it from scratches, you might want to avoid backing in to do so, as that allows others to park with their driver's side door a foot from yours and crawl out the passenger side. And since I live here I'm now done driving until at least noon tomorrow.

Kisses,
Me

I hope this works better than the last note a month ago.

Me too, man.

May sympathetic people help out with the treatment today, ita.

I woke up feeling good this morning. Even went to karate. My shoulder and lungs both played nice too. Now I'm home, chilling for a bit then it is cookie time!!! I'll have the house to myself most of the weekend. K-Bug is off with the bf for the weekend and CJ is about to leave for his dad's.

Liese- I'm on fitbit and sent an invite to your profile addy...it would come in from enelson at obscure

Liese, I'm on fitbit. I love mine and often do earnd it for the challenges. Sometimes I use the points for crap, (like I did this AM) but often I donate them towards polio vaccines or whatever.

Today, twins and I have....gone to TJs, unpacked groceries, gone to Coffee Bean, built a wooden "gingerbread" box at Lowe's Build and Grow, gotten gas, gone to Walmart (barf, but cheapest place for protein powder), had lunch at Islands and now home. Noah requested a nap so a nap it is for them both.

I have to give a presentation at a conference next saturday. Which means I should put it together.

This morning, I managed to get myself outside for some weeding and did some errands that required walking around outside ( it is starting to cloud up but for a few hours it was gorgeous out). Later, there will be laundry and neatening, but for now I am going to do what I have wanted to do since I woke up at 4:30 and crawl back into bed.

THWARTED! The nap was a total fake out. They are up and running around.

My xmas gift to my family this year is inside pants. Everyone got sweatpants today.

Man, I miss IV compazine. By now, it's blown up into the most perfect anti-emetic in the world, but zofran and reglan are inconsistent, and oral compazine not strong enough. But the US manufacturers apparently stopped making it proactively--some quality issue they wanted to clear up, and that seems to have taken out 1/3 - 1/4 of the commonly available IV nausea medications (for some reason I don't get offered phenergan much--just zofran first, and reglan a distant second). And, naturally, it's the anti-emetic which is supposed to have independent migraine remedy effects (aside from clearing up the nausea, I mean).

Last (proper) dose should be coming soon. Meanwhile I'm trying to eat a plain bagel with butter. I do love the graham crackers, but you can only snarf so much of them. Especially since they're in two cracker packages, and each nurse gives two packages at a time. I've been spreading around who I ask to get me more--they think I'm a drugseeker? I'm a crackerseeker,, that's what.

I love the nurses who say I won't get pain meds without a pee test. Us here, we know there's no reason to check for fetus-on-board (I'm assuming a Messiah would have a kick ass fetal barrier). I peed before I left the house, I'm good (like unable to produce even with fluid binging.) for hours. Last time they admitted me, I managed to stay in bed 24 hours straight (I'm not sure where the best place for a "literally" is in that statement--it applies to it all), which is why I don't get runpee. And, yes, I'm drinking.

Anyway, this observation physician's attendant is strongly on my side--the side of simplicity, efficiency, and expediency in treating my migraines, and as of yet, has not failed to justify the doses with her attending. Inasmuch as there are psychological commonalities across occupations, I wonder what the difference between physician's assistant and physician itself is in their psyche.

Matt, that reminded me of the picture I found on my phone when cleaning up the galleries the other day--it's one of those extra large SUVs which could have filled the compact space they chose (at least at the times I saw it, there were normal spaces available) edge to edge, but they decided to slant *and* not pull in enough, so they were not only taking an extra spot, but poking out into the driving lane. Whatever it was, I hope it was sincerely urgent.

I was also thinking about carphones the other day. What kind of market penetration did they have? During the 90s I was mostly living with the BMW-with-all-the-extras obsessive side of my family, and they all considered it required equipment. But with the relatively quickly ensuing market, the idea of having a phone number tied to you car seems a bit ridiculous. Your mother is out of the house for the day, and you're hoping when you call she'll be driving from one task to the next? I imagine they were paying through the roof for these things too, with precarious reception even though the entire rear window was an antenna.

I guess it's primarily outgoing calls, and primarily from people in the front seats to boot, remembering how theirs were set up. So, basically illegal now, at least for the ones my cousins used, since they weren't hands free--they had the same curly cord between handset and base unit as land line phones.

It came to mind because I was trying to think of the usefulness of having your car be a Wi Fi hotspot with internet access, and maybe also VPN to the home network, but with security, natch. It could be kinda useful if the car is often full, but even that window might be disappearing, if everyone gets phone service with their tablets, or Times Warner ever makes good on their plans to light up LA, for instance. And if you're basically installing a phone into the dashboard and connecting over 4G, there are a couple unlimited data plans left, right?