near misses

 i arrived just in time for my appointment, which started on time, and i felt attended to by the neurologist and validated (especially regarding the mild narcolepsy concern). the tests she did before referring me to a proper sleep doctor were fine, although i was a bit uncomfortable with the fact that she warned me that her foot nerve test would be ticklish and it wasn't.

she then handed me a referral and a prescription, i went downstairs to the pharmacy and barely had to wait before picking up the meds and walking out to hop on a bus.

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the meds were pregabalin. what followed was gd freaking out (for hours) that i would take it regardless of her warnings (we've been having a long-running fight about trust issues that have nothing to do with me), and she sent me the following:

1. lucy thought her prescribed pain drug was safe

2. lyrica is another brand name for pregabalin

3. pregabalin side effects

hard pass.

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the work day was alright, but a highlight was having the conversation with my boss and coming up with a couple of satisfying strategies. i'm still not sure what bigtalk is up to, i really hope he delivers something soon.

i left the office early to go to the dentist. on the way, the bus driver slammed on the brakes to narrowly avoid running over a child that had run across the street. i'd been facing the back with my headphones in so it took me a little while to figure out what had been going on, and a part of the drama was that one woman was yelling at the bus driver while he was still freaking out that he'd almost killed someone. before getting off i took the time to thank him for his quick response and to assure him that he didn't need to pay attention to people who don't know much about life.

the dentist experience was better than last week (same dentist), and i feel like he's done a good job. he's also reassured me that as things stand i don't really need to worry about root canals and crowns, which is an enormous relief.

on the bus ride home i had an awkward conversation with an american woman who were scarfing down a pizza; i asked them to please be careful because dairy allergies are a real thing and she responded sympathetically, but with an unexpected interrogation when i just wanted to move on to the back of the bus...

when i got home read a bit more of the neverending story with mr smear before dinner. dinner turned into a massive fight over my inability to not eat the food on my plate (which was too tough and chewy for my new filling) and then over my family bullying me about my mr. burns-level sensitivity to nail filing.

so that happened. by mr smear's (late) bedtime we were okay, at least. then i hopped into a meeting to coach a coworker on a deployment, which went on until almost midnight.

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right, it's been a pretty relaxed morning (minus the trust thing over the meds again) and i'm off to pick up a mystery package (probably a book).