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fabulousmisst's place, so I won't be putting up pics of them, or the exact descriptions of the lectures yet.
Ah well; I'll have more fun writing about it when I'm in a better mood anyway. Right now I feel like crap, looking at my screen is unpleasant, and I'm just generally in a lousy mood. I have to deal with the May escort schedule today, and all the college students leaving for the summer means we're pretty fucked, so it's going to suck to figure out. My appts yesterday didn't particularly help my mood, either.
Today's going to be rather long -- I need to run home to vote before heading back out to class. Thankfully,fabulousmisst is a treasure-trove of info on local politics, and caught me up Sunday on what I'd missed.
No real news from my rheumatologist's appt yesterday -- a few outside possibilities were eliminated by the bloodwork, but we've got a bit of concern that the amount of ibuprofen I'm taking may be raising my blood pressure. Need to keep an eye on that. And he wants me to talk to my GP about the my low mean corpuscular value (my rbcs are unusually small, most likely iron-deficiency, although I don't have any of the normal major risks for that). I'd been meaning to call the GP to ask why they didn't do a lipid panel on me anyway, so I just need to remember to ask her about this as well. Otherwise, nothing major -- keep up with the PT, and see him again in mid-August.
PT was annoying as hell yesterday, though. I was working with the Physical Therapist I don't click with, rather than the assistant I do, unfortunately. And after registration dicked me around for 45 minutes so that I was 1/2 hour late for my appointment, I really, really wasn't in the mood to deal with her. There's a "nagging mother" aspect to her interaction style that's just about guaranteed to get a hostile reaction from me, and she hit me with it within 15 seconds of seeing me, which put me in a lousy mood for the rest of the session -- I had to keep consciously reminding myself that being uncooperative would only hurt me, and would be a stupid way to react. Anyway, as a result of the late start I didn't get home until about 8pm. I didn't manage to stay conscious all that far beyond that point. Unfortunately, that meant I woke up at 3am, and am feeling it now.
And as long as I'm bitching, let me just say a word or two about the cost of imitrex. Evil Motherfuckers -- yeah, that's about how I feel... I went to pick up my imitrex scrip. Cost for 9 pills? $50. Out of curiosity I asked the pharmacist what it runs without insurance. Cost for 9 pills? $230. WTF?
Blarg. I should just end this post now. The mood I'm in, the longer I leave it open, the more I'll find to bitch about.
fabulousmisst's place, so I won't be putting up pics of them, or the exact descriptions of the lectures yet.Ah well; I'll have more fun writing about it when I'm in a better mood anyway. Right now I feel like crap, looking at my screen is unpleasant, and I'm just generally in a lousy mood. I have to deal with the May escort schedule today, and all the college students leaving for the summer means we're pretty fucked, so it's going to suck to figure out. My appts yesterday didn't particularly help my mood, either.
Today's going to be rather long -- I need to run home to vote before heading back out to class. Thankfully,
fabulousmisst is a treasure-trove of info on local politics, and caught me up Sunday on what I'd missed. No real news from my rheumatologist's appt yesterday -- a few outside possibilities were eliminated by the bloodwork, but we've got a bit of concern that the amount of ibuprofen I'm taking may be raising my blood pressure. Need to keep an eye on that. And he wants me to talk to my GP about the my low mean corpuscular value (my rbcs are unusually small, most likely iron-deficiency, although I don't have any of the normal major risks for that). I'd been meaning to call the GP to ask why they didn't do a lipid panel on me anyway, so I just need to remember to ask her about this as well. Otherwise, nothing major -- keep up with the PT, and see him again in mid-August.
PT was annoying as hell yesterday, though. I was working with the Physical Therapist I don't click with, rather than the assistant I do, unfortunately. And after registration dicked me around for 45 minutes so that I was 1/2 hour late for my appointment, I really, really wasn't in the mood to deal with her. There's a "nagging mother" aspect to her interaction style that's just about guaranteed to get a hostile reaction from me, and she hit me with it within 15 seconds of seeing me, which put me in a lousy mood for the rest of the session -- I had to keep consciously reminding myself that being uncooperative would only hurt me, and would be a stupid way to react. Anyway, as a result of the late start I didn't get home until about 8pm. I didn't manage to stay conscious all that far beyond that point. Unfortunately, that meant I woke up at 3am, and am feeling it now.
And as long as I'm bitching, let me just say a word or two about the cost of imitrex. Evil Motherfuckers -- yeah, that's about how I feel... I went to pick up my imitrex scrip. Cost for 9 pills? $50. Out of curiosity I asked the pharmacist what it runs without insurance. Cost for 9 pills? $230. WTF?
Blarg. I should just end this post now. The mood I'm in, the longer I leave it open, the more I'll find to bitch about.
