First, thank you
sl_podcast ,
larian ,
rosewildeirish , and
stealth_rose for the V-gifts. *hugs* I appreciate them very much, even if this is rather belated.
I'm still hanging on, fighting the medical crap tooth and nail like I have for the past 25 years. (Yes, my birth year is accurate, I've had Crohn's and RA/AS since I was about 8.)
Good news: I'm off the Neurontin, which is some rough shit, as far as psychiatric side effects. It's effective, but there are better meds with fewer side effects. I speak from experience, I'm on one of the newest, titration process working up to effective levels.
Bad News: I'm Bipolar. Yay! (Not that I didn't already guess that, medical professional and all.) That would explain the on/off nature of my journal. Officially, I'm Bipolar II, which means the mania isn't destructive, but gets my ass moving, doing things, like this. So I'm only being treated for the depression and when I don't sleep for a few days because the hypomania kicks in, I get stuff done. Like this.
Bad News the Second: My Neurologist is now advertising himself as a pain management specialist and has taken in a lot of new patients. And his staff, twice in a row now, has lost my request for my pain meds. So I'm over due, again. Only this time I said "Fuck him. If he won't live up to his side of the bargain, I'll get my meds elsewhere." And the staff at the clinic I went to earlier tonight, agreed that my Neuro isn't upholding his end of the bargain.
So I just finished watching the Supernatural season finale, and DAMN. I can see how easily it could have been a series finale, along the lines of Babylon 5. So, Chuck the Prophet is God. Did not see that one coming, although I can feel a plotbunny sneaking up on me...
Other News: It's late, early, whatever. I haven't been to sleep yet. Feel free to comment and I'll do my best to reply to everyone. I'll call it therapy. Get me back to socializing.