I really should be shifting gears to homework, but I really don't wanna.
Suzi is me. I have been working the past four hours on this week's grad work and still have a few hours to go, unfortunately, but I think I may need to call it a night and tackle it again tomorrow. My brain is fuzzy.
Zen, so glad to hear it! Truly, brain meds are miracles. I know they don't work for everyone, but I am so deeply, truly grateful that they do for me.
Hil, so sorry you're hurting and students are being thoughtless.
ETA: Also, now I want a Cadbury egg.
I didn't get the prescription filled yesterday -- that nap turned into a lot more sleep -- but I'm feeling somewhat better today, and I'll be able to drive to the pharmacy to get the prescription. Thanks, everyone.
Hil, I am glad you got some rest and feel a bit better.
Greetings, friends, Buffistas and kind hearted lurkers:
This is me, groveling and having no shame.
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Day 5 of diet and it really seems to be helping with my pain and acid reflux, but oh my am I tired. I want to sleep for a month.
Went to see the doctor today. Got a couple of new prescriptions that might help with the pain, and some paperwork for if I want to get a powerchair or scooter for when I'm having bad days but still want to do stuff. I think I'll hold off on the chair for a little while -- see how the meds work for a few months, and see if I think I still need it then. (Though, on the other hand, who knows what insurance will look like a few months from now.)
Hil, if your doctor offered it, it might not be a bad idea. If you get it in the works now, it will be there when you need it. If you wait until you really need it, who knows how long you will have to wait while it goes through the process of paperwork, etc.
Steph, it has been a few days since you wrote this, but would it be ok for me to post this in COMMA?
I cannot begin to re-emphasize how goddamn much I thought therapy was going to be like going to archery at Camp Butterworth but actually turned out to be the fucking Hunger Games. Or, like, you think you're going to rearrange the living room, so you move the couch, and then there's a hellmouth under the couch. And the hellmouth is made out of your goddamn parents.
