blood pressure; Dawn's highway: dentist
Since the ER doctor had ordered me to call Dr. No-man first thing Monday morning, after I got Trish out of bed to fix maple-&-brown sugar oatmeal, I called the Invisible Clinic. I left a message on the nurse's answering machine, ate my nummy treats, then sat around by the phone & waited.
Doc Larocque's nurse Jackie, about appealing Community Care's decision to substitute Lunesta for what was prescribed. Fred, a/c covers. Finally, No-man's nurse: 10:30 appointment.
Car-girl drove us up to the Clinic; once we arrived we had to wait 1/2 an hour. He sounded skeptical of my theory that the Lunesta may have been responsible. Plan: stay off Lunesta for a week; daily BP measurements; if necessary, double the meds.
Then we ate sandwiches at the house, prior to leaving for the dentist, 90 miles away down Dawn's highway. Trish wanted to discuss Bridget; got the front seat on the way down. Simple filling. Became quiet on the road home, realizing that the Dr. had treated me like an imbecile, simply 'cause I have a mental illness. His own, apparently, is sufficiently "treated" for him to be condescending. Also went thru a lot of interior verbalization about how I'd react to Bill Warren at MisCon. He's sure to resurrect the shades of Darwin & Newton.
We ate a rather late supper, as the 2 of us had to take baths. I stood in the shower, a bag taped to my feet, one leg hanging over the edge.
Once Trish had finished her bath, she went over to the Invisible 7-11 for washcloths, Mr. Fruity (diet), & pancake mix (bought the wrong kind, will exchange it). We ended up eating our leftover No-Bake around 7:00. With Trish's depression worsening, I let her slide on the housework, watched some of the Enterprise marathon on Skiffy, now in surround sound, in spite of Super-dildo.
It took me about an hour to fall asleep. Then again, the Diet Coke I had on the way home may have kept me up.
I got out of bed around 6:00, with some lingering headaches from my blood pressure.
I don't want to concede that the Lunesta may not have been the cause. Not because I'm unwilling to accept that I might be wrong, but because the doctor treated me like an idiot.
Have to see the foot doctor today. Once I'm thru with that, I plan to return to Pluto with Dawn Imperious. Much the same ideas as before, some of the same characters, but... should I return it to Critters? Nothing I've sent thru there has ever sold. The last piece, "Galaxies," received some useful advice, mostly that the jargon was over everyone's heads, & it forced me to re-make/re-model it into the Pluto thing, but... how many years have I suffered there in silence? I feel overwhelming, savage dread. I think I need a med change, the writing's becoming schizophrenic, but no more Risperdal. Do I have the Abilify to carry on? Rather raise that. Once we have BP straightened out.
Doc Larocque's nurse Jackie, about appealing Community Care's decision to substitute Lunesta for what was prescribed. Fred, a/c covers. Finally, No-man's nurse: 10:30 appointment.
Car-girl drove us up to the Clinic; once we arrived we had to wait 1/2 an hour. He sounded skeptical of my theory that the Lunesta may have been responsible. Plan: stay off Lunesta for a week; daily BP measurements; if necessary, double the meds.
Then we ate sandwiches at the house, prior to leaving for the dentist, 90 miles away down Dawn's highway. Trish wanted to discuss Bridget; got the front seat on the way down. Simple filling. Became quiet on the road home, realizing that the Dr. had treated me like an imbecile, simply 'cause I have a mental illness. His own, apparently, is sufficiently "treated" for him to be condescending. Also went thru a lot of interior verbalization about how I'd react to Bill Warren at MisCon. He's sure to resurrect the shades of Darwin & Newton.
We ate a rather late supper, as the 2 of us had to take baths. I stood in the shower, a bag taped to my feet, one leg hanging over the edge.
Once Trish had finished her bath, she went over to the Invisible 7-11 for washcloths, Mr. Fruity (diet), & pancake mix (bought the wrong kind, will exchange it). We ended up eating our leftover No-Bake around 7:00. With Trish's depression worsening, I let her slide on the housework, watched some of the Enterprise marathon on Skiffy, now in surround sound, in spite of Super-dildo.
It took me about an hour to fall asleep. Then again, the Diet Coke I had on the way home may have kept me up.
I got out of bed around 6:00, with some lingering headaches from my blood pressure.
I don't want to concede that the Lunesta may not have been the cause. Not because I'm unwilling to accept that I might be wrong, but because the doctor treated me like an idiot.
Have to see the foot doctor today. Once I'm thru with that, I plan to return to Pluto with Dawn Imperious. Much the same ideas as before, some of the same characters, but... should I return it to Critters? Nothing I've sent thru there has ever sold. The last piece, "Galaxies," received some useful advice, mostly that the jargon was over everyone's heads, & it forced me to re-make/re-model it into the Pluto thing, but... how many years have I suffered there in silence? I feel overwhelming, savage dread. I think I need a med change, the writing's becoming schizophrenic, but no more Risperdal. Do I have the Abilify to carry on? Rather raise that. Once we have BP straightened out.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home