Well FUCK. Naturopaths are no longer allowed to prescribe Ambien in WA. Guess which insomniac has 3 of her meds left, and is apparently going to taper off of it waaaaay faster than she expected to?

Let me tell you, reading about possible side-effects of tapering off of Ambien is not stressful in the least. Nope, not at all. stares at laptop screen in mild horror

Bye, being well-rested. It was nice experiencing you.

IRN, my room has a balcony and an ocean view!

Enjoy!

Sorry, Jilli. If it helps, I accidentally went cold turkey on Ambien last year and had no problems, though apparently that wasn't the smartest thing to do.

Jilli, is there another doctor you can see in addition to your naturopath for the Ambien?

But I get where he's coming from. Not right or wrong but more like a brain-stem reaction that you either have or you don't.

My Dad was serially anti-organ donation. It surprised me. But I found out about it after he was at a place he could explain. And, really, nothing was probably useful. Still, I wish I knew why he felt so strongly even if it was likely just a brain-stem reaction.

insent, Jilli.

Jilli, is there another doctor you can see in addition to your naturopath for the Ambien?

There isn't one I've been seeing, no. But tomorrow I'm calling a new doctor (rec from a friend) to make an appointment.

Good luck on the doc front, Jilli.

I hope you can get on board and get a prescription from the new doc quickly, Jilli.

I saw an article in the past week or so where scientists stripped a donor heart down to its barest structural tissue and used that as a scaffolding for the recipient's stem cells to build a new heart. No rejection issues--it basically became their tissue. It's still very experimental, but it could be huge down the road. If I can find the link I'll come back and post it.

Calli, I saw that, too. It was incredible. I think it may have been on the sciencejunkie tumblr?

Hubby was having breakfast at McDonald's yesterday, and he overheard a couple talking about the wife's recent cancer diagnosis. They were talking about how horrible treatment would be and whether it would be best to just accept it and spend what time they had left as well as they could.

He went over to their table, sat down, took off his hat, and said "Let's talk." Tribe.

(He talked to them about acceptable chances, how bad the drugs can make you feel and the ways to cope, what Stage 3 really means, and what it's like to lose your hair. When he left them, they had decided to actually talk to the doctors about realistic chances and see if the odds were worth persuing.)