We left here at 5 AM. My appointment was for 11 AM. We got there at 10:45. Great directions, just a long way and a lot of traffic.
The two doctors I saw seemed to know what they were talking about and spent about 2 hours with me. Got new meds, which, if they work will help my with my pesky weight problems since one of them will tear up my stomach but stop my headaches and one of them will help my stomach but render me with an intense dislike for the taste, texture and smell of food.
I am now at the point I have always feared–a person who drags bottles of pills around or has bottle of pills conspicuously sitting on my side table. My Da was ill for years and THAT is what I hated the most. All those ugly pill bottles, sitting there as a reminder that something bad wrong was in my house. (I hide mine in a drawer).(With the leopard spotted scissors.)
THEN at the end of July (the 21st), they are going to stick a BIG ASSED NEEDLE into my occipital nerve.
I have no idea what the rest of the actual appointment was like, since I am fixated on the BAN..probably blunt and square and really big bored, too. When I got home, I immediately looked it up on the internet (you know the www? World wide waste of time?)
It doesn’t LOOK that horrible–certainly less hideous than say, rotator cuff surgery or childbirth or foot surgery. No mention of pain. But then if you look up childbird, rotator cuff surgery or foot surgery, there is no mention of pain there, either. The articles are written by the people DOING the procedure and I guess they leave out the screaming, the sobbing, gasping and wailing of “Sweet Mother of God! Joseph, Mary and baby Jesus!!” stuff as being non-scientific and extraneous. I know I would.
THe we drove up Divisidero into the Castro, where I have spent many an enchanting evening with frineds who are now gone too soon and forgotten never. It was quite the happy, festive place I remember and I was glad my children had a chance to see it, especially in light of the recent law allowing same sex marriages.
And yes, I’m for ANYTHING that allows people to have the same rights of survivorship, next of kin, health benefits and tax stuff that everyone else enjoys. Why should THEY be exempt from the moments/days/weeks/years of the abject misery of marriage?
I am also pro-choice–I just want people to make BETTER choices and understand that the choices theyDO make will live with them forever, no matter which one it is.
I am also for the Death Penalty. in fact, I”LL DO IT.
Fly me around and I’ll do it. I’ll pull the switch, drop the gas pellets, hang’ em, shoot em…whatever, with the curtains open and have an ice cream at the same time. Would not bother me one bit. PICK ME. Don’t make someone do this that it is going to bother.
I am just sociopathic enough that it wouldn’t even make me miss my nap.
Fly me first class though….and wouldn’t THAT make for interesting flight chit chat? “So, what do you do?”I’m an executioner. Sorta like Angelina Jolie, except she’s an assassin. And taller.”
So we wound up at Imagiknits, which was all kinds of wonderful, even if they didn’t have what we were looking for. They are on 18th, so of course, we parked on 19th and walked down the 60 degree hill. I thought for a minute there that it might be fun to lay down and just roll to the corner, but 18th is a pretty busy street and I might not stop in time, so I scrapped that idea.
Walking back UP the hill, though! I sounded like an aging train engine, ready to be sold for scrap.
Then we took a little side trip into Palo Alto (and RPO zone-rich people only) and made fun of everyone. then we accidentally found Stanford and made fun of all of them.
Then we drove pretty much the rest of the day, trying to get home before dark. Made it around 8:30.
One long day.