The computer still hates me... thirteen reboots before I could log online and it's running slow as syrup. *twitch* The last couple weeks have been an odd form of torture: going to the naturopath twice a week for allergy testing and other all-natural-oddness in the constant company of my mother, hurting enough that I am QUITE sure it's not vicodin-reaction since I haven't had ANY in long enough that I've forgotten when I last DID have it, eating a couple of fresh-off-the-donut-maker Krispy Kremes which is pure donut heaven... only sleeping well when there's a fairly high level of amatryptaline in my system, too.

Now, that last one wouldn't be a problem except that a) my tolerance needs at least 4-5 at night to sleep, b) my doctor fucked up the scrip and it got read as 30 pills for a month, c) although I THOUGHT I had an appointment to see her today it turns out that it's for NEXT week despite what's written on the little reminder card, and d) I've got a refill that I can't pick up yet. *twitch* I would LIKE to be able to sleep at least a few nights while Caleb is here and while at Con - amatryptaline ensures 4-8 hours of solid, comforting, much-needed sleep at a shot.

Ryan is kinda stressing - he's gotten used to having me here more-or-less to himself and so it's shaking him up a bit that I'll be gone for a week or so. I'm hoping to drag Cal out here for one night so he can hang out with Grr and Bug and me and Thomas and Alan and Ryan and Becca and the kidlets and anyone else who can get roped in the same night; there's a spare futon mattress to throw down, lots of people here miss him, and I know perfectly well that if Ryan doesn't get used to having Caleb around, life is going to get rather miserable for me. Funny thing is, he doesn't really mind Kadin... *shrug* ...apparently Kadin doesn't seem likely to unbalance me or the relationship. *twitchtwitch*

This, for the record, is why I treasure Kadin and Caleb: they Actually Get Along, which is damned rare. *shrugs again*

At the moment, I'm about to start filling out the next round of OHP papers and try calling again about disability, after which it should be past 1:00 and I can call Dixon household to make sure it's THIS Tuesday Cal is arriving, make plans, etc. I've eaten (a bowl of cereal), I'm going to take a long hot bath, and other than that I will be spending the entirety of today either on the computer or half-asleep wandering through the house. Ehh.

I wish I had more useful news. Angel's coming up here in a couple weeks. It looks like I've got another stone/infection duo arriving. I'm tired, semi-stressed, and clinging desperately to the hope that everything'll work out...

...and I just got a call from one of the people at the clinic - apparently they didn't bother to ask my PCP about how much medication I take and so thought that 1-2 a night was reasonable. *twitch* Fortunately, there are records of 150-a-month doses with 5-a-night on them, so the nice lady who called to discuss it ended up apologising and is going to try to get Liz (PCP) to confirm and re-order so I'll have enough to make it through 'Con and beyond.

Geh.

WAY too much trouble, but at least now there's something being DONE. Whether it works or not remains to be seen. *shrugs yet again*

Ehh.

And stuff.

...and this would be where I poof, I guess.