pots in which cruciferous veggies have been cooked MUST be washed within 24 hours...

Today was a little better. A friend of mine drove me to the doctor. She was having a computer crisis, so I brought the laptop. She and her daughter sat down in the coffeeshop while I talked to my doctor.

My doctor read the notes from the podiatrist. He thinks that I'm showing signs of peripheral neuritis/neuropathy and that it needs to be checked out ASAP. My doc didn't want me taking Neurontin (gabapentin) before I see a neurologist (could mask test results). I explained that this nerve pain is making it very difficult for me to sleep. Without sleep, I cannot manage the fibro/cfids.

She told me she could only give me narcotics. Previously, I've turned down offers of narcotics and stronger drugs. At that time, however, I was still driving, working, babysitting, living by myself, etc. I can't take loopy drugs while doing those things.

Today I told her I didn't care. I pointed out that I cannot function like this, so altering my state of mind isn't going to hurt me. I don't get suicidal on narcotics, so she agreed that pain relief is better than going insane. ;)

Unfortunately, Vicodin only works on me for about three hours. I'm going to take it when I need to sleep and when I can't stand the nerve pain (dealing with it has cost me a lot of energy and mental stability). So I have relief. What's more, it also helps the fibro pain, which has gotten less tolerable (less sleep, again). It doesn't help the joint pain, but I can cope with that.

Hydrocodone, however, makes me very loopy. It also makes me quite talkative and excitable. It does *not* make me sleepy (no narcotic makes me drowsy, actually. codeine actually gives me insomnia). So I've been entertaining for boy tonight.

My doc is trying to get me into a neurologist sooner, rather than later. I appreciate that effort. Saves me the hassle of trying to find someone, calling them, arranging a records transfer, etc.

So it goes. I'll go to bed soon. I'm waiting up for boy. He'll brush my hair so that I don't awaken to find gutterpunk rats squatting in my coif.

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So I went to bed around 8am, woke up around 4pm. That's not good. Tonight, I'll make sure boy is still awake to make me go to bed on time. I forgot that narcotics don't make me sleepy, but they don't really make me averse to sleeping. I just don't feel capable of making the decision and end up zoning on the couch, thinking about sentient mold.

Sentient mold is EVIL.

I should really take a shower, get dressed, and go buy some butter and milk. And I need some sour cream. That requires motivation, though, and boy is oblivious to the world. He's over in his corner, making music.

The only music I made today was my dinner--bubble and squeak. That's okay, though. Boy is the musician in this family--and he's a damn good one. I hope he can do it professionally some day. It would make him really happy and he deserves happiness.

Okay, now I'm hearing weird bells and things in my head. I'd better go make sure boy's not really making an insanity ray.

yar. :)