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Yesterday was another Londoning with pogodragon. We pottered around the How We Are exhibition at the Tate Britain. Of course mostly I found it interesting for the progress in technical quality of the photographs, especially in the very early years. In fact I found myself wishing they'd somewhere included a brief timeline showing the development of photographic technology, even if that's not what the exhibit was about.
Other than that there was a fair amount of pubbing, a little wandering, and some meeting of folk from the London Polyamorous Meetup Group (in the 3rd and final pub of the evening). I finally got home a little after 1am after walking with one of the meetup people from the pub (a little ways off Oxford Street) to Tottenham Court Road, and then tubing with her to Waterloo where we both caught our trains.
On getting back I found some mail had arrived in my absence, including an electricity bill, addressed to a previous occupant of the property and including unpaidness from the previous bill. I was under the impression the check-in company were meant to sort out punting my name to the electricity company, after all the lady attempted to take a meter reading... or at the very least TELL ME which company it was so I could sort it out myself.
So, yet another mess I'm going to have to sort out that I shouldn't have had to, GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Today I did make it to my doctor appointment, got a fresh prescription for 30mg/day Duloxetine after which I should be OK to just stop taking it at all. There's a week's worth of 40mg/day left currently which I'll finish first.
I also had him look at my shoulder. His diagnoses was 'a torn muscle' and he prescribed me some anti-inflammatory gel which I have to apply 3 times a day. It smells a bit bad when putting it on but that seems to literally evaporate after a minute or two.
Oh, and I picked up more milk, ice cream (Haagen Dasz Cookies & Cream, it being the only decent stuff they had) and some snacks from the Tesco Express on my way back.
Now I mostly want to go hide in bed, in part to catch up on sleep (last night's sleep was rather broken so I didn't even get a good 6 hours after the long day out in London), but I know if I nap I'll screw my sleep pattern and not be able to continue getting up at no later than 9am the rest of the week. *sigh*
Other than that there was a fair amount of pubbing, a little wandering, and some meeting of folk from the London Polyamorous Meetup Group (in the 3rd and final pub of the evening). I finally got home a little after 1am after walking with one of the meetup people from the pub (a little ways off Oxford Street) to Tottenham Court Road, and then tubing with her to Waterloo where we both caught our trains.
On getting back I found some mail had arrived in my absence, including an electricity bill, addressed to a previous occupant of the property and including unpaidness from the previous bill. I was under the impression the check-in company were meant to sort out punting my name to the electricity company, after all the lady attempted to take a meter reading... or at the very least TELL ME which company it was so I could sort it out myself.
So, yet another mess I'm going to have to sort out that I shouldn't have had to, GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Today I did make it to my doctor appointment, got a fresh prescription for 30mg/day Duloxetine after which I should be OK to just stop taking it at all. There's a week's worth of 40mg/day left currently which I'll finish first.
I also had him look at my shoulder. His diagnoses was 'a torn muscle' and he prescribed me some anti-inflammatory gel which I have to apply 3 times a day. It smells a bit bad when putting it on but that seems to literally evaporate after a minute or two.
Oh, and I picked up more milk, ice cream (Haagen Dasz Cookies & Cream, it being the only decent stuff they had) and some snacks from the Tesco Express on my way back.
Now I mostly want to go hide in bed, in part to catch up on sleep (last night's sleep was rather broken so I didn't even get a good 6 hours after the long day out in London), but I know if I nap I'll screw my sleep pattern and not be able to continue getting up at no later than 9am the rest of the week. *sigh*