I have an 11:30 interview and a massive headache. It's all worse since the methadone. Everything is worse. My head hurts, I'm twitchy. I called my doctor repeatedly to see if I could get some relief, but...no.
I can't afford another ER visit. But I need to be coherent and not cutting slices in my arm to distract from the headache. The only assurance I've gotten is that they won't get a nurse to me tomorrow before the interview (which would be a mess anyway). I don't know what to do except cry and stick lidocaine patches on my face.....
Jeaus, ita, I wish I had something helpful to suggest. All I can offer is wishes for better. I'm sorry.
Matt, it's always one. And I still giggle that you gots cats now. They so eased you into it.
Why did I think Tim DeKay was gay? I swear I have been told that he was gay AND Matt Bomer's partner. I swear I've seen pics. Was this some weird dream?
I think I have to go. Not now--deep in the middle of the night. I just have to focus on not self-harming, and I fucking better get one of these jobs soon.
I suppose if I were eating this would be a bigger dent in my budget.
Still can't afford it, tho. But I can't interview in this state.
I hope they can provide some relief, ita.
Oh, ita. Strength and relief-ma to you.
Fuck, ita, I'm so sorry.
I hate that "I can't afford to go to the ER" is a rational statement.
I'm wearing 2 layers everywhere and my scarf and I can still feel the waves of cold cascading off my office windows.
Also, I feel like a staypuft marshmallow.
Oh, ita. Take care of yourself first.
I hate that "I can't afford to go to the ER" is a rational statement.
Seriously.
I'm so sorry, ita. I hope that you can get some relief.
The vet reports that TNG came through the surgery ok. But they took x-rays and it revealed that she has severe dysplasia. SIGH. Gotta lay in a supply of fish oil and glucosamine for the old girl.