
it's monday night. i'm tired, so i'm going to bed early. i'm also accompanying boy on his allergist visit. early visit... morning. ugh. must find parking or metro... get to GW, walk to allergist.
i think boy's going to call my doctor in the morning, too. explain that i'm not better, but worse (when i'm not on the pain meds, i can barely function--and i do mean that literally), and that i probably need to see her. since callbacks take forever, we'll have to go to his appt, come home, and then likely go back into DC. anyone wanna volunteer to feed me tomorrow? spoon, bowl, and ice cream provided.
and since the meds are making me loopy (without cutting the pain out completely, which really irks me), i pretty much need a babysitter so i don't go near the stove or misplace my brain. i only have a few unemployed/notemployed friends... and one of them is due to go into labor on wed... *sigh*
i feel like a little kid. tempestuous, sulky, exuberant, weepy... i can't control my emotions too well... can't walk too well.
but my tights kick ass.
mmm, stripeys.