Migraine doctor called the head of the ER and got permission for one proper dose. It's not enough to get me through a whole week, normally--we'll see when I hit the wall.
Anyway, I'm back in the waiting room of the ER. Apparently I lost my bed because I left. Uh, you discharged me? Yes, I did leave before signing docs, etc, but leaving was pretty definitely not my idea, and since the ER refused to call my doc, I had to find someone who would.
I don't know why it's my job to tell them that making these plans IS NOT MY JOB. I do not know medicine, and I do not know hospital bureaucracy. I have instructions from two specialists that just happen to work. Apart from invasive surgery that even that doc doesn't say is shown to help headaches NO ONE HAS ANY BETTER IDEAS.
This kind of emotional ping pong is not my idea of a good time. If I had a drug problem it would be cheaper and less stressful to find a dealer, for Christ's sake. I have a headache problem, hence all the people with medical training.
So, let's see how this goes, whenever it goes. I was afraid for a little that I couldn't travel for the wedding.
NOT APPROPRIATE TO TREAT YOU?!?!?!?! Fucking fuck, that is outrageous and wrong.
Does H lend itself to that more?
I can think of H. G. Wells and H. Beam Piper off the top of my head, so, maybe, yeah.
Oh, btw, I got a job. It's part-time and the pay is low, but it'll mean more income in 2013 than I had in 2012, so that's good. And a flexible and irregular schedule, which for some reason pleases me.
Timelies all!
Argh, ita. I'm sorry that this keeps happening.
That's great, -t!
That's fucking outrageous, ita.
yay for you -t!
ita!, I just wsh I could be there - and use my ablity to talk a subject to death at them It works a lot of times
The capriciousness with which the ER treats you is boggling.
I just finished a batch of cookies. My house smells nice.
I knew a girl named Xochitl ( pronounced SO-shee.) I think it is Aztec in origin. She was the daughter of commune-living hippies, nothing mexican or aztec in her background. Amongst the rest of the kids at this yearly quaker retreat were the usual Sages, Orions, Karmas and other such herbs, astrologic/nomic and eastern-hippy-interpreted-religious names.
Yay -t! I hope it's a good job, once you get started.
ita, that is so ridiculous.
Thanks, y'all. I feel good about it.
