actually wrote a piece on Queen Beatrix abdicating, thanks to Connie Neil

I feel all enabling! I'm glad my shallow interests could be of use.

Let me know if you want an article on being on the front lines of a medieval-style battle in full armor.

Although they did crack my headache yesterday (thank you Dr. Popculture name (I asked him which of two sci fi/fantasy references he got, and he looked puzzled at me and named a sitcom actress and a singer. Oh, perhaps I don't get out much....)) I actually got meds too late yesterday to be officially clear to drive this morning. And that's pretty bolstered by the fact tat I've been out of my bed once--but I did move the work computer into my bed on Saturday, so I have been active. Just flat.

I'm ignoring my email now because the incompetent developer has completely misunderstood the difference between a class and an instance, and insists on deleting 200 pages of instances manually instead of undeploying and redeploying the class, which will dump them as a side effect. But...that's her incompetence. She's had it explained twice now, and I will not feel sorry for her f she's up deleting all night. In fact, II may mention in passing that she wasn't bright enough to follow instructions to her manager. We'll see how pissy I am tomorrow.

I sent an apologetic email to my manager about not being able to stick the whole thing out (everyone else who did a significant portion of the work was off today), and I haven't heard back on the topic.

I have one more task to do, and I'm done for the day. But maybe I'll get out of bed first.

As for exploding poop--I tend to think people who are regularly afflicted are suffering issues I don't want to understand. I'd rather not hear them, yes, but I don't feel I know enough to make suggestions, and I never want to.

I hope I didn't do something stupid--my neuro is writing for someone to come to my house and give me 6mg of dilaudid. Yesterday, for the first time in a couple years, I got 6mg, and they hooked me up to pulse ox for an hour to make sure nothing hinky happened. And the nice nurse told me I'd sent her dilaudid record through the roof (the guy administering it was curious and wanted me to tell him when it hit--dude, I'm not going to feel shit if you flush this with a bolus of saline--and he really didn't believe I could take six without being sure when it all took effect). My sat dropped, well, higher than Grace, but I don't have that setup at home. I'm totally fine--I modulated my breathing, but---if everyone thinks 2 will kill me (nurse said 1 would have her on the floor) and I'm used to 4, maybe I could have 2x4 (spaced by 30-60min) rather than 1x6?

So--that's what I told the nurse when she called to find out the details of the weekend (that felt GREAT to tell another UCLA employee) and continue designing home care. I hope my neuro doesn't think I'm interfering, but most importantly, I hope I don't end up with 1x4. That's def too little. Which I told home nurse.

Good lord, a cure would be so convenient any time now. I don't want to make decisions like that!

Were your sats below 90, ita? 90 and up you should be fine. Anything without nasal flaring or retractions, while not great, are not that bad. You also get a smaller pulse ox, I think as part of home care.

I'm vibing so hard that the home nurse sitch will work.

Me too, ita.

my dentist gave me a "recommendation" for the homeoblock. Have any of you gotten one of these devices? [link]

Home nurse. Home nurse! Home nurse!

Ok, remember K-Bug's boyfriend that I wasn't totally thrilled with? Things have gotten better. He has a job driving a tow truck. He is living here again but is better at communicating. Well, now they are talking about getting their own place at the end of Feb. Which is fine by me. I see financial concerns in them affording it. But that is on them. I'm already plotting what I'm going to do with her room.

God, I hope the home nurse works out. And that Allyson gets what she needs. I realized I kept THINKING I'd said that, but never did.

My dryer is being borrowed again. Least I can do for my ride this morning. I think I mentioned his car was totalled by insurance this weekend. But it's turned out to be a big relief. I can see the weight of the last few months coming off him. He'll zipcar for a few months (there's some parked just down the street by the Y now!) and save up. The payout for the total will allow him to pay off the boiler and get new appliances. Odd way for everything to work out, but hey.

but did you end up in the ER?

Okay, fair point. But I still have a zombie jaw.

I hope my neuro doesn't think I'm interfering

I think that any patient should have input into their care. Just because you told the nurse directly instead of telling your neuro and then having him pass the information on doesn't make it interfering.

I'm so sorry about the car, sarameg. They're great for unexpected expenses, I know.

I think that any patient should have input into their care. Just because you told the nurse directly instead of telling your neuro and then having him pass the information on doesn't make it interfering.

So very much this. Everyone has to be their own first and best advocate, especially these days. Fingers crossed for the home nurse here, too.

I'm already plotting what I'm going to do with her room.

I'm seeing life-size posters of Jensen Ackles ...

So, in the winter Port Townsend pretty much shuts down st 5. It's a very dark & rainy ghost town out there. However, I have discovered a cozy little wine bar and have a glass of zin, so things are looking up.