I know Kat is with me on this but I think some others have been through it as well—I'm having to give myself lovenox shots twice daily. And they're about as easy as I can imagine self-injected shots to be, but I still super hate it. And have teeny tiny round bruises in the places I've injected, so soon my belly will look super weird?
Also, super tmi but they made me take a lot of meds to prevent constipation, because opioids, and to be fair,
I hadn't pooped in days. But maybe overboard with two medications and a bunch of prunes because this afternoon I was suddenly like "whooo gotta go!" And glad my knee scooter is speedy!
...yay, recovery? Tomorrow, dealing with bureaucracy. Hoping to time it so I'm in the right space of pain meds where I'm not in pain, but I'm also not nodding off and out of focus...there's generally an hour Or maybe two, in each dose.
Having to deal with bureaucracy when you are in pain is the worst. Even worse than opioid induced constipation. Talk to them when lucid and save the loopy discussions for Buffistas!
meara, may I recommend stool softener? it's what I used when I was on Tramadol and it helped ....
Toddson, yeah, they had me on a couple things and now I'm like "maybe one of these things would be enough!"
Oy. I didn't get much sleep last night, because I was in a whole lot of pain, and my painkiller prescription couldn't be refilled until today. (And I couldn't do my usual thing of taking a bunch of Advil, because my doctor thinks that could have been what caused my stomach bleeding.) But I got an hour or so of sleep, then woke up with my alarm, then got up and sat on the couch, and then fell back asleep. Then I woke up at 8:30. My first class is at 8. So, yeah. I totally screwed that up.
When I went to tell the course coordinator (who's also a good friend of mine) that I missed the class, I started crying in her office. She said that everyone who teaches an 8 AM class has done that once. And she told me that she was crying in her office yesterday because she was rejected for a grant she applied for, so maybe it was just my turn to have a crying in the office day, so that made me feel better. And she just stopped by my office and gave me a squeezy stress-release thingy that looks like a turtle. And I emailed the assistant department head, who we're supposed to email if we miss any classes, and he didn't react as if I were a complete flake, so that's good.
Feel better, Hil. And if it helps, I have a story.
The professor for an 8:00 class called the TA (me) to say that he'd be in class the next day despite record cold weather and patches of ice on the roads. So when he didn't show up, all I could tell the students was that he told me he would be there. At 8:15, I let the class go, mainly because students were already leaving.
As I see it, you're ahead of my professor. Because you didn't make a point of telling someone that you'd be in class today.
That course co-ordinator sounds like a very good person.
Garbage family has a U-Haul and is moving shit out of the house across the street. Words don't exist to express how happy I am about this. I wish they would load the U-Haul faster and GTFO.
I'm glad you don't have to stress about them anymore, Steph.
Steph, I could use your pharmcological knowledge. Do you know enough about the differences between Lexapro and Celexa to offer odds that if I have insomnia and excessive sweating with Lexapro, that Celexa would do the same to me? I'm having leg cramps with the Effexor. My primary care NP says that if I want to try Celexa, OK, but other than that, it's time for me to have a proper psychiatry consult.
