It did in fact SUPER SUCK, but that's okay. It needed to. Now I'm being entertained by the kitten's shenanigans.

After-therapy kitten therapy ought to be an official thing.

Murderbiscuit does seem particularly entertaining.

Ok, so the doctorondemand thing, where the doc prescribed a really expensive cream? The same antibiotic in ointment form was a tenth the price. But the doc who prescribed it couldn't be reached to rewrite the script - so they gave me a free consultation with a different doc - that doc prescribed the ointment, looked at the medical history questionaire and asked me how my depression was doing. I confessed that it had crept up on me again, and she added a script for Welbutrin - on the condition that I follow up in a month's time either with her or my own PCP. Started me on 150mg once a day, to be bumped up to twice a day after a couple weeks. After bumping it up, I started having trouble getting to sleep at night. I tried taking it earlier in the day, didn't help, so I went back to just taking it once a day. That did not help. Last night, after getting home from work at 10, I tried going to bed at 1ish. I was completely awake until 5am. I made myself lie in bed thinking that physical rest of just lying there would be some help and eventually I'd fall asleep. I got up at 5, decided not to take my morning dose of Welbutrin. Finally got to sleep around 7am... woke up at 9:30. I hauled myself to work. What creeps me out is how alert and awake I have felt most of the day, on no caffeine.

Wellbutrin totally gave me insomnia. So frustrating.

So I just got back from urgent care. I've been having stabby stomach pain and no appetite for a couple of weeks. That's different from my usual IBS symptoms, but distinctly far away from my heart. I thought maybe gallbladder, or just stress.

Hand to god, it's constipation. Confirmed by x-ray. (Autofill wanted that to be "Confirmed by X-Men.")

I went to urgent care for poop. I laughed.

My brother just told me he wouldn't even charge me a copay to tell me I'm literally full of shit. (He's not wrong.)

My brother just told me he wouldn't even charge me a copay to tell me I'm literally full of shit. (He's not wrong.)

Haha! That is awesome. I mean, sucks that you went to urgent care for it. But still. Hilarious.

Poop confirmed by X-men would be even more awesome though

Poop confirmed by X-men would be even more awesome though

Right? But I don't think they're covered by Humana.

Right? But I don't think they're covered by Humana.

Inhumana, maybe.

I'm glad the diagnosis wasn't something worse, Steph.

Man, I woke up super-cranky this morning. At 4:30 which probably didn't help. I got up after half an hour because I realized I was just lying there thinking of things that irritated me, so it wasn't like staying in bed was doing me any good.

I'm pretty sure it's the end result of this week being non-stop face-to-face work for four days running (including one 12 hour work day smack dab in the middle of it) and a very inconvenient meeting today. At least the non-meeting part of today involves working from home. The work stuff was good. I learned a lot and I met a bunch of interesting people. But it was just all so much.

I think I'm going to spend most of Saturday on the sofa, speaking to no one but the cat. Grocery shopping may have to happen at some point, but if I do it early or late enough, I can keep human interaction to a minimum.

And it looks like a thunderstorm is coming my way, which should cheer me up. Barring property damage, I love a good thunderstorm.