Enough is enough

I would love to have a few days to work on this dissertation. On Feb. 2 and 3 I had a horrible muscle spasm that nearly made me throw up. On the 3rd, my doctor was out of the office, so I saw his partner who gave me 10mg of Valium to take three times a day -- with my 5mg Percocet. So, needless to say, I have done nothing but fall asleep in my chair for days. And I still have pains. Not as bad, but still enough that I can't concentrate on shit.

Oh, and it turns out the Valium and antidepressants (I've been on Zoloft since the Wreck) don't generally mix well. I literally bawled my eyes out Friday night because I was missing brisket and potentially chocolate creme pie at a church Valentine's banquet. Yes, I hate Valentine's Day, but I love brisket and chocolate pie! Mom and Dad, bless 'em, bought me Woodie's BBQ (nummy ribs and pulled pork) and a chocolate pie on Saturday. And on Monday, my doc told me to double my Zoloft.

AND I have a minor surgery on my leg tomorrow because one of my Wreck scars has been seeping goo for months.

FML.

I just want to freaking graduate! It's been EIGHT EFFING YEARS!!!

Meh

Hopefully the pain specialist can figure out why I've been having all these new and interesting (she said sarcastically) pains and spasms over the last year, especially in the last couple of weeks. Hopefully it's not autonomic dysfunction resulting from the Wreck, as my GP thinks.

Edit:Turns out, Medicaid doesn't recognize the need for pain management. The place that called me said they would give me their "special self-pay rate" of $325 per visit, due in full at the time of my visit. Oh, and I get to drive 45 miles one-way in a van that maybe gets 15 miles to the gallon, with gas at $3.59 per gallon. Did I mention I'm only getting $672 per month in federal supplemental income -- assuming, of course, that the government doesn't default?

Guess who's not going to get pain management.

This June 7 is much better than the last one

A year ago today was the infamous Wreck. Aside from extra pain spots and a Foley catheter, I'm pretty much back to normal. Took me a while to get here, but here I am.

Onward and upward!