OK, I tried to call the rheumatologist, but the call wouldn't go through, and now my phone is saying "no service." (It had two bars before, which was weird, since usually my reception here is fine.)
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I got through. My records are "on the doctor's desk," and the receptionist will leave another message for her that I called to check on the status.
Crossing my fingers that you get what you need, Hil.
Best to you Hil
and Ma~~~ to your grandmother , askye.
Good grief, it's a damned shame what people have to go through just to get their medication.
askye, continuing ~ma for your grandmother. I hope everything goes well.
My three-day marathon headache has finally let up, but now my guts are sending distress signals. I'm in a resentful existential grumpy funk.
I'm sorry about the bs required to get you your meds, Hil. Especially just as the school year is starting.
The last time I went to my doctor after finally getting up the energy to ask for anxiety meds so that I can sleep, she gave me something that said I couldn't take it while breastfeeding, despite our having a long conversation about how I was still breastfeeding and couldn't take anything that was prohibited for that. I haven't called to ask for something different because I'm pretty sure I would have to go in to the office and physically pick up a prescription, and I just don't have the energy at the moment. Although, according to the fitbit, I'm averaging 3 hours and 50 minutes of sleep a night. So, I should probably do something.
Yeah. At least all my classes are on one side of campus this year, and next to my office. That will lower the stress on my joints. And next semester, I'm probably going to be teaching entirely online, which will be kind of weird, but pretty easy on my joints.
For your amusement, I think this article may have the title of the day.
And, for Harry Potter fans, there's this.
edited to add second story
There is a new therapist down the street. I called today and spoke to her and she is going to fit me into her schedule in the next couple weeks. Keeping my fingers crossed that she's not crazier than I am.
Good: meet a cute girl at an event, even if you don't really get to flirt or talk
Better: see her on tinder a couple months later
Best: it's a match!
Worst: message her and she doesn't write back. Grr.