So, no progression on the lesions on the MRI, but nurse said the neuro wants to switch me to a different medication. If you’re confused, so am I.
I’ll push back on it, unless there’s a really compelling reason. If it’s working, I’d just assume not switch. Yes, taking shots every single day seriously sucks. But it’ll have been fourteen months on monday, and I haven’t missed a single one.
Dunno. I guess we’ll see.
So, MRI today. The techs weren’t really forthcoming with the information, and I don’t really like having to wait. I’ve delayed my prescription refill until next week, hoping the neuro’s office will let me know before my appointment next week that everything is a-okay.
But I still can’t say I’m used to this nonsense, and the reflective dye injection still treats me badly. I didn’t have as bad a reaction this time, but still felt like I was going to puke. Bleh. I’m thinking that, more than the other concerns, makes the Tysabri less of an option for me if I need to switch meds. The results about improvements in vision, along with it being only once a month are plusses, but, still, IV. Bleh.
http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0711/60254.html
Wages stagnant, because what would have been given as raises is being spent on health care. While I still thin there’s not a way to fix things other than a single-payer insurance system (not this mess the ACA created, or HSAs), this sort of accounting analysis is blasphemous to people who support organized labor at all costs.
Count them as income, and see how much that line worker is actually earning. Do the same for me, too, but I actually pay income taxes.
My degree is in Governmental Administration. I am a highly-trained bureaucrat. There are few people who could hope to out-process me. Still, there’s times when you need to apply common sense to a situation.
If someone passes out on the hottest day of the year, you don’t need to give him a whiz quiz.
Buh buh buht POLICY!!!1! Yeah, fuck it. It’s 105 degrees outside. Use your goddamned brain for a minute. Pumping someone full of saline so he can piss in a cup for you doesn’t make a damn bit of sense. It can wait until Monday, when the person has had a chance to rehydrate.
/facepalm
What, you can’t link your Orkut account?!?!
Anyway, much thanks to Drew for the invite. Good seeing Matt there, too.
Nice BBQ at mom’s with wife+inlaws. Good food. I’ve been horrible about keeping up with my writing lately. It happens. I’ve been writing stuff I actually get paid for. What have I learned over the past three weeks?
IA people are bigger idiots than I ever imagined.
*sigh*
I’m about as interested in hockey as I am women’s basketball. Or professional poker.
Fack you!
*sigh*
I’m about as interested in hockey as I am women’s basketball. Or professional poker.
No, I’m not talking about some government.
Of motivation to write lately. Function of having had to do lots of it at work, the place where I normally write being down for several days,
Went up to meet my mom’s new dog, had late lunch/early dinner. Now some motivation recharge. Maybe.
People are crying over the beggin’ station cutting shows that nobody wants to watch. They’d put on something like Jersey Shore, but it’d probably be about Mennonites or Quakers peddling antiques from a quaint roadside stand in some Northern hellhole. Waiting on that Ken Burns special detailing the history of Scrapple.
There’s an interesting meme going around with Rebecca Black, complete with hipster glasses, saying “I liked Friday when it was still Thursday.”
I wanted to write a lot this evening; better than doing a load of laundry, but neither is happening.
Instead, watching true crime shit on the DVR and drinking Belgian beer.
(*taptaptap* Is anyone at all reading this?)
