And þe timing suckeþ also
I am not having a good week. And I think I know why. Now I need to see whether I can get an official medical opinion about stopping the drug that's causing the trouble, without having to go sit in an ER or waiting until next week. (It's one you're not supposed to stop suddenly, but I don't know whether my dosage is high enough for that to matter.) I'm waiting for a call back from a doctor at my official primary care provider (the outfit the clinic established some sort of connection to in order to keep seeing patients under the state-run system that they had been treating under the city-run program).
I would very much like to feel sane again. Soon.
I think I'll hold off on a full description of my symptoms until I can do so in the past tense, especially since one of them is the tendency to describe the others with maximum teenaged angst and drama, and I may be just a wee bit too old to be given slack for that. (But this might be the time to dig out the poetry I wrote in high school and reread it in a suitable mood to appreciate it, right?)
On the physical pain front (the reason I was given this drug in the first place), I have had, in the past week, both some of the least painful days I've had in months, and some of the most painful days I've had in years.
In the meantime, a cute/mindless meme that's been going around, since I like the result I got:
My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Reverend Lady Glenn the Sentient of Lower Hellswicke
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