(I almost typed "augury," which is kind of awesome)

I will be more diligent with my dream journal, then! I'll be Prophecy Girl!

Thanks for the info. I've tried so many sleep meds, and so few have worked for me. I'm going old-school, as my psych said.

Some folks do in fact take drugs to enhance their augury, so not the kookiest idea out there.

Why is it that right when I feel like I am totally falling apart, my job is asking me to take on more and more big responsibilities? When do I get to turtle down and hide from the world?

Better than the usual anxiety dreams I usually get this time of year.

It's exhausting when it feels like your only dreams are anxiety dreams.

Man, nurse not-Woo and I are developing a weird relationship. I don't know why I'm surprised, but our interactions always feel like she's looking for something--I feel like she's lonely, whereas I would think she sees lots of patients, but there's a vibe where I keep wondering if she describes herself as friends with all of them.

Why me? Shared immigrant experience, maybe? Well, she certainly knows how to make a person feel valued. But I feel like we're both relying on each other for social stimulation, which has got to be weird (like how she reassured my parents we were friends when I Skyped a treatment so they could see what home treatment (and she) was like). In a good way, pensive I guess, but weird. I gotta wonder if she's like this with all of her patients.

Okay, I need to call UCLA and have them tell me the job is closed. This is killing me. The hope is not healthy.

....left message. PEOPLE. Someone, employ me before I go crazy. I could be crazy nurse lady who collects relationships with nurses--I was almost pathetic this week at the ER to keep up stimulating conversation while dilaudid-ed out of my noggin.

Why is it that right when I feel like I am totally falling apart, my job is asking me to take on more and more big responsibilities? When do I get to turtle down and hide from the world?

MY QUESTION EXACTLY. I think I might be a shark at work: as long as I keep moving, I'm OK. But then I stop, and I'm screwed. NO BREAKS EVER.

I feel like she's lonely, whereas I would think she sees lots of patients, but there's a vibe where I keep wondering if she describes herself as friends with all of them.

I would imagine you're the most relatable-to-her? I mean, I don't know what kind of people usually get at-home nurse service, but I bet a lot of them are not so chatty. (Not at all actually related, but there was a while when my regular doctor was at a walk-in clinic, and she was always so excited that I could get myself up on the table unassisted! Most of her other patients were old and/or unwell.)

Why is it that right when I feel like I am totally falling apart, my job is asking me to take on more and more big responsibilities? When do I get to turtle down and hide from the world?

The only thing I want to do right now is turtle and nobody is letting me! I totally sympathize.

Signed,
Blowing Off Writing My Performance Review by Doing Core Work

My primary care providers are pathetically grateful that I actually keep a log of my blood sugars, and comply with recs for diabetic diet and exercise. They did tell me to stop bundling charts with my blood sugar logs. They don't tell them anything the raw data doesn't. Sorry. I thought they might be interested in the trends and correlations.

Timelies all!

Nothing to do at work, so I left early.(OK, my supervisor said I could) Now I'm typing one-handed because of cat.

Blowing Off Writing My Performance Review by Doing Core Work

I want this to mean you are doing crunches or pilates.

My psych doc I saw yesterday for my Adderall scrip follow-up told me my bloodwork results were really good so approvingly. I really wanted to take credit for my thyroid functioning well.

I think I might be a shark at work: as long as I keep moving, I'm OK. But then I stop, and I'm screwed. NO BREAKS EVER.

Oh, yeah, that's me. ANd we just had a luch potluck baby shower so, so much for me being productive today...not completely true, but not that far off.

The furnace guy will be here between 4 and 6. I will endeavor not to bond with him. I'm just hoping he doesn't come up shaking his head and saying, "It's dead, Jim." But it kicked on last night--unseasonably cool night--even though the switch is set to Off. But I'm not going to ask for repairs for that, I've just got it turned down way low. So at least it turns on and it didn't blow up. I don't plan on moving next year, but all I'm asking at this point is another year. My friend/landlord is not in a place where he can buy a new furnace, I don't think.

I want this to mean you are doing crunches or pilates.

Doing the boat pose right now AIFG!