My older brother celebrated learning how to escape his crib by leaping out and giving himself concussion. While my mother, pregnant with me, was in front of the television awaiting the moon landing. Instead she had to take him to hospital. One small step indeed.

This is making me really thirsty for soda. I've never been a fan of colas, I like water and drink a lot of it, and I'm not supposed to drink carbonated beverages at all because of the IC. However. I might have to rummage in the fridge to see if there's anything fizzy and slightly sweet tucked away in a corner..

Found a 1/2 size tonic water. Mmm.

Our crib was butted up against our bed with the side down because that was the most convenient for me. Probably just as well that I didn't attempt it because Bobby was an accomplished climber. Up the ladder almost to the roof at 18 months. (silly dad leaving it next to the house!) He was also a stacker. I found him with chairs with boxes and books on top of them so he could get to upper cabinets. Amazing he didn't break his neck.

Obviously not for everyone, but both the boys were in our room until they wanted to use their room. We had the crib on the side of the bed and a single bed lengthwise at the foot of the bed. Our bedroom was like wall to wall bed. AND they went to work with us until they were 2 since we worked together at our own business. I don't remember what age they started using their own room more than mine. When they were 5 & 7 they got their separate rooms away from each other. They are both gone now, but when they visit and I happen to be in bed reading I end up with grown man child jumping on my bed to talk to me.

So hey, I get to have an MRI of my brain tonight. Woo? The migraine doctor wants a baseline.

The scheduler said she would put me in "the big machine", thanks to my claustrophobia. I have some kind of anti-anxiety pill from last time I had dental work, and I'm thinking about combining it with something else to really make sure I can get through this fucking thing. If I do it before the end of the year, it costs me nothing. If it slips into 2018, I have to pay again, plus I may have to argue with the insurance company about an open MRI or god knows what.

So Steph, or other people who know, will I kill myself if I take this anti-anxiety thing with, say, 5mg of Ambien?

So Steph, or other people who know, will I kill myself if I take this anti-anxiety thing with, say, 5mg of Ambien?

I wouldn't combine them, because they both act on the central nervous system.

Okay. Hmm. What about with something else that would make me sleepy, like Benadryl?

Could you call the doctor who ordered the MRI and ask them to call in a prescription for a stronger anti-anxiety med (or higher dose) than the one you have for the dental thing? That's totally normal for people undergoing MRIs.

I'm just cautious about combining drugs that act on the central nervous system.

Yeah, that's probably the sensible thing to do. It just involves talking to people.

Thanks for your knowledge, as always.

People. So problematic.