There's a taste in my mouth...
...as desperation takes hold -- the most common side-effect of Lunesta is a taste in the mouth; instead, I developed high blood pressure. Dangerously high. Buffalo Bob thinks I should sue, but I'm not always that trigger-happy with lawyers.
Today, I'll call the Invisible Clinic to see what the Dr. wants me to do. I have a dental appointment at 2:00; Car-girl is all set to take me down Dawn's highway with incredible superspeed, & possibly drive me up to the Clinic this morning, assuming the doctor wants to see me.
Yesterday, Trish & I spent the morning & evening listening to the disc player, 2 completely different sets of CDs: Janet Jackson: give me a beat.
We spent the afternoon watching Battlestar Galactica 2.5, the final disc. Cylon invasion. Kool. (Wish there were more black people on the show. Taylor Maid.)
Before bedtime, we had what little sex we could, with the bandage on the foot. It was a slime-off & not a gusher.
But at least it (I hope) helped Trish deal with her depression. The foot surgery has been really bothering her, & the fighting with Bridget at work doesn't help, either. Saturday, after a parade, a football game (Glue Ponies), & a rodeo (lonesome cowboy Bill), there were hundreds of pizzas; Bridget expected Trish to cope with the entirety, simply 'cause she's too lazy to do them herself.
Tomorrow, Karen will try to advocate for Trish. I don't want her to lose her job. I don't want to give up my 3-4 hours a day when creativity takes hold. The job has been the best thing in the world for Trish.
I love my Bumble Bee Girl.
Today, I'll call the Invisible Clinic to see what the Dr. wants me to do. I have a dental appointment at 2:00; Car-girl is all set to take me down Dawn's highway with incredible superspeed, & possibly drive me up to the Clinic this morning, assuming the doctor wants to see me.
Yesterday, Trish & I spent the morning & evening listening to the disc player, 2 completely different sets of CDs: Janet Jackson: give me a beat.
We spent the afternoon watching Battlestar Galactica 2.5, the final disc. Cylon invasion. Kool. (Wish there were more black people on the show. Taylor Maid.)
Before bedtime, we had what little sex we could, with the bandage on the foot. It was a slime-off & not a gusher.
But at least it (I hope) helped Trish deal with her depression. The foot surgery has been really bothering her, & the fighting with Bridget at work doesn't help, either. Saturday, after a parade, a football game (Glue Ponies), & a rodeo (lonesome cowboy Bill), there were hundreds of pizzas; Bridget expected Trish to cope with the entirety, simply 'cause she's too lazy to do them herself.
Tomorrow, Karen will try to advocate for Trish. I don't want her to lose her job. I don't want to give up my 3-4 hours a day when creativity takes hold. The job has been the best thing in the world for Trish.
I love my Bumble Bee Girl.
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