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!