You can take 800 mg every 4-6 hours, though not for months on end
That's what I thought - and what I've been doing - so thanks, Steph, for validating that I'm not going to die immediately.
I don't take naproxen; it raises my blood pressure or something that makes me feel bad. I am very cautious with Tylenol, since even a normal dose makes me a bit loopy, so I suspect my liver doesn't process it at the normal speed.
I went to a high school run by the Church of Christ, so the dress code was fairly strict. We were, however, allowed to wear jeans, and the girls were allowed to wear (full-length) pants.
The ear pounding thing went away for a few hours and I got a nap on the couch, interrupted a few times by cat and phone. I had thought that a combination of Benadryl and cough medicine had done the trick, but now it's back, as bad as ever, and while I've taken another Bennie I'm not sure I can take the cough medicine again.
Really, I'm pretty sure I'm fooling myself and nothing I've done has made any difference. Though it came back when I rolled onto my left side on the couch; I probably shouldn't have done that.
I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I have little hope that anything can be done. I spent an hour reading papers about it in J. Otorhinolaryngology and the consensus is, don't know what causes it, don't know how to fix it, might be psychogenic.
Tomorrow's my first day out of work. I'm allowing myself one day of drowning my sorrows in cookies and general sulking.
I would recommend perhaps some sulking and then also some fun?
Best of luck, Zen.
And different but also best of luck to Calli. And don't push yourself too hard.
Things about today:
Naproxen eventually made the hit-by-bus lessen to fell-out-of-bed, but wtf was that about?
Cats get cut off from food and water at midnight in prep for going under anesthesia for dental work tomorrow. Heightened odds of me peeing on the closed toilet seat, really annoying cats in the early morning and me fretting like fuckall all day.
SCOTUS: I can't.
Neighbor B gave me his adirondack chair for my porch! The wood is in good shape. Needs some tightening up, and I'll probably repaint/ stain it at some point, so sanding too ( it's a faded gray-blue, which doesn't match my porch.) I seem to be the beneficiary of a lot of his hand-me-downs! Lucky for me, he's very into quality and always has been ( we won't mention how I nearly swallowed my tongue at the 'great deal! 75% off!' price of a light fixture he got. Ahhh, the rarified air of high end interior design...)
I would recommend perhaps some sulking and then also some fun?
I'm having the apartment complex geek girl collective over to watch the BBC Three Musketeers (and share the cookies), which should be fun.
That does sound fun! And, oh, right, I meant to watch that for, I believe, the Eccleston.
I went to a prep school (boarding, but not me - my mother taught there), and until my senior year we had to dress for dinner - jacket and tie for boys, skirt or you could wear a blazer with pants for girls. The raggedy-ass outfits people put together that technically met the dress code finally drove them to reduce dressing to Mondays only in my senior year, and use tablecloths in the dining halls, and people would actually try to look nice, and it was sort of charming.
I'm on a bus! They're much less skeezy than when I last traveled interstate on one.
