Oookay.

After another round with my new doctor that resulted in eight migraine pills that were supposed to get me through six weeks until I could see a neurologist that I didn't need, I finally got smart and did what any sick mom should do.

Made an appointment with the Goob's pediatrician.

He's 'family practice', which means I'm not the first adult he's ever treated. And since he started off the appointment by apologizing for my treatment by the other doctor, I gather he's not too thrilled with her, either. (He had the proper doctor reaction. "Person hurt. Me fix.") Anyway, he hooked me up with enough meds to hopefully get the migraine turned back off. (Two weeks ago I could have probably turned off the migraine with three pills. Now, after two weeks out of control, I probably need to stay drugged all weekend.) Anyway. He gets it, and he did is best. If this medication doesn't work, I'm to call him Monday and we'll try something else. He gives a damn and he's trying. That's all I ask. So I'm happy. (Plus he also agreed that I don't need a neurologist; I've had these migraines since I fractured my skull when I was seven. How's that for a significant event? I did promise to go see him if the symptoms changed.)

Plus I'm drugged to the gills, and can feel the migraine backing off; the pain lessens every time the meds wear off. That's a good thing.

So to distract myself from being in pain and having to hang on to walls to walk (I can't take the Imitrex-style vasoconstrictor drugs 'cause of my high blood pressure, so instead I get the controlled substances), I finished dyeing the stewed brains from yesterday. They're actual earth tones, green and brown. Those of you used to seeing me turn out carnival colors may swoon at the shock of it.


Tonight we took the Goob out trick-or-treating in her princess dress that she got for her birthday. This is it, if you don't remember:

I didn't take a photo tonight because I had to put it on her over a long-sleeved tee shirt and sweat pants and tennis shoes so she wouldn't freeze to death. The girl across the street was also dressed as a fairy princess (in a better costume, if you ask me), and was quite put out that there was another fairy princess on the block. I overheard her telling her brother with some annoyance that the OTHER princess (the Goob) was cuter.

Teeheehee.

Oh, and the teenagers down the block at the corner were smoking some PRIMO weed when we stopped in for candy. I almost asked them to pass the bong, but reason prevailed. (Yeah, I need that on top of the other medication.) I am also cool because I let all the other kids in the 'hood know that they were passing out peanut butter cups.


I did get some knitting done in the waiting room at the pharmacy today. Geez. Talk about strange looks. You'd think I was practicing voodoo or dissecting small mammals instead of knitting something. Unfortunately I'm still way behind on my knitting thanks to all this migraine bullshit; I've been sleeping twelve hours a night, going to bed before the Goober does in the evenings. Tonight I feel almost human and am staying up long enough to have another dose of migraine medication. That should knock me out.


There is a purring cat face stuck in my arm pit.

Again.