'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
So I felt what it would be like to run on the moon! And what it would feel like to be 90% of my body weight.
That's so cool! But agreed with -t that I'd rather not be injured in order to try it out.
My mom came home! For no good reason, I thought she wasn't back until tomorrow. And I realize that was even dumber, because I knew she would be here tomorrow for the gardening people. Anyway, home safe and sound.
Kitty~ma, askye.
In other news, my geekery of the evening: I heard somewhere that the Wakandans in CA:CW speak Xhosa, and then I noticed that "thank you" sounded an awful lot like "thank you" in Rinyarwanda, which I hear pretty often at work because of Reasons. Come to find out, they are both Bantu languages, so I wasn't just hearing things. It's enkosi in Xhosa and murakose in Kinyarwanda.
That's pretty damn cool.
So, in cautiously good news, the ridiculously expensive drug that Tim's rheumatologist prescribed for his RA is approved by our insurance, and it should be affordable because of an assistance program. (The only reason I say "cautiously good news" is that I won't be 100% relieved until he actually picks up the drug and the copay is NOT $1,000.)
Hopefully this drug will help him, because the first drug (methotrexate) is basically Skittles or something. Not helping his symptoms, is what I'm saying. It's like when Archer's chemo drugs were replaced with Zima.
The new drug (Humira) is injectable, which is weird, but the rheumatologist thinks it will help him a lot. And this rheumatologist seems to really know his shit, so...injectable drug it is.
My runner friend said she had gotten to try the weight-assist treadmill at a race expo once. It was weird to be in the pants lifting me up--the guy kept asking how it felt and I was mostly unable to say because I was so focused on the weirdness
Now deciding if I should go dancing. And if it will hurt my foot. And if I want to go given that it is hot outside (though perfectly comfy indoors, without A/C, I know it will be hot at the second story ballroom full of sweaty dancers).
So, in cautiously good news, the ridiculously expensive drug that Tim's rheumatologist prescribed for his RA is approved by our insurance, and it should be affordable because of an assistance program.
Ooh, good!
That's awesome news, Tep!
I've seen the ads for Humira. That stuff doesn't mess around.
In Me Medical news, the bills for my bloody nasal adventure are coming in, and once again I owe HR flowers for the kick-ass insurance I have. I don't have the bills for the individual ER doctors, but so far I'm completely covered on the ER itself, which I was dreading.
I hope that works out, Steph.
Lot of Penny-come-back~ma.
I've seen the ads for Humira. That stuff doesn't mess around.
It's fascinating, in the my-husband-is-a-guinea-pig-for-my-medical-fascination way.
I'm glad he can get the medicine.