Saturday, December 13, 2008
Sekhmet, you fucker.
Yes, that's the hex jacket she's on. I know I shouldn't leave it anywhere she can get to it. But she's still a fucker.
Slept most of yesterday, will be back to posting way too much later today.
Still deciding if it's a good sign or a bad sign when you go to see the doctor and they laugh through 90% of your visit. Pretty sure it's good. (The computers were down on base yesterday; the doctor probably needed the laugh. I'm thinking of it as a public service.) It started when I explained I needed my old migraine medication (Midrin) back. The new medication (Fioricet), while getting the job done, would make me fall asleep. Then I would wake up with Sekhmet on my chest, meowing and ruffled, with her fur full of cracker crumbs, and the Goober laughing like an evil chipmunk. The doc has kids of his own, so this cracked him up because the same thing probably happened at his house.
When we got to discussing medication for my nerve damage, I mentioned that one I'd been on worked (Klonopin), but resulted in everything I thought popping straight out my mouth. At that point he dropped his head into his hands and started laughing. I further explained that, apparently, what I think is pretty funny, so I didn't lose any friends, but I wouldn't put it at the top of the list for drugs I want to try again. He just kept on laughing.
Klonopin is what I was on (for nerve damage then, too) back in the summer/fall of 2006 when I apparently made a series of blog posts that had people rolling on the floor laughing. And yesterday I was thinking "Well, if I wind up back on it, at least my blog readers will be happy." This is probably an indication of some blog-related neurosis or other, but I've got enough to worry about.
Unfortuantely for you guys, we're trying something new, Lyrica, which is actually designed for nerve pain. But, who knows, you may get lucky and it'll have the same effect.
Nothing but good times ahead.
at 8:16 AM