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.

glass of zin

That's my favorite grape. I mean, there are plenty of wines I love -- shiraz runs a very close second to zinfandel -- but I do love me a nice big hearty zin. (I actually describe my ideal zinfandel as "big and hairy.")

Loves Amy.

Loves Amy.

Eta -Love ya lots but didn't mean to double post. More thinking of a craft room but that doesn't conflict with any posters on the walls.

God, I hope the home nurse works out. And that Allyson gets what she needs.

Indeed.

Sorry about the car badness, sarameg, but continued yay for your awesome neighbors! My car was hit by an art student this weekend while it was parked in front of a restaurant we were in. She smashed the driver's side turn indicator light (and, thankfully, left a note with her info in very easy-to-read handwriting). Tonight on the way home my dashboard display stopped working--speedometer, gas gauge, etc. I wouldn't have thought that would be connected but maybe the turn signal being out caused a short or something?

Thanks guys. Kat, I don't think I went as low as 80--I think the nurse set the alarm to 90, and she was very patient about reminding me to breathe, checking vitals before administering more, etc, without doing anything to suggest I was jeopardising my right to not be in pain. Mostly she seemed like she'd just wait a little longer.

I can't believe a) I told them an MRSA colonisation joke about sharing a room with Grace and b) they laughed. Oy. Sometimes I don't like the things we take for granted.

Allyson, the ER people can get a bit by the rules if you come in with psych issues, but I mean that in the good way. They will not tell you to come back next week. That's precisely what they're there for. Once you're clear of workplace responders, do what you need to get to any decent sized ER.

I am pretty sure I won the dental work prize already.

Does the work in your mouth add up to five figures?

I just hope something works, ita.

I'm being baffled by telephone choices, with the immediate problem being what number to put on new business cards. I hesitate to use a Google voice number.

An added complication is that AT&T is implying that the only way to get their new super-duper fiber optic service is to either sign up for a bundle or pay an installation change. I want to reduce my costs, but AT&T keeps offering plans that cost more but are, they say, so much better. I have DSL through Earthlink, which uses AT&T's lines. I'm irrationally attached to my e-mail address, which I've had since 1995. Also, it takes money away from AT&T. I loathe AT&T. I loathe Comcast.

Anyone use Ooma? What about two cans and a string?

God, I hope the home nurse works out. And that Allyson gets what she needs.

Can't phrase it better than that.

Also that Grace gets better, that everybody's dentistry is efficient and cost-effective as possible.

H and I have had some sort of not-a-flu for about the last week. No fever, no congestion, just a lot of no-energy, fall-asleep anytime we stop moving, no appetite, vaguely achey, vaguely drippy nose resulting in mildly sore throat. We both seem to be emerging from it, and really, I'll take it gladly over being really ill. But the lassitude, man, it drags. Somebody march a brass band through the house, or turn loose a pack of weasels in the living room or something. I'm wondering if sticking a bobby pin in a light socket for a few seconds might'n't galvanize the old energy and kick start my engine.