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Previous - this entry written on September 24, 2007 at 11:06 am - Next Wow, so apparently I had a petite-mal last night. Deborah just called, and it seems I called her at 5:30-ish this morning babbling about my doctors. I told her I had called them (neither office is open before 8 so that's not possible) and that both appointments were now rescheduled for 11:30 (which is impractical, as it would require me to be in two places at once) and when she tried to get something more coherant out of me I kept insisting that I hurt. I've got a lovely bumpon my head that is scabbing over and there were a couple of dishes not where I recalled them being earlier. Fun. So I'll be sticking close to home today. Hopefully I'll find a way to get my lorazipam refilled today so I can have some hope of fending this shit off - it should have been refilled two days ago and I was out a day or two before that but for assorted reasons, this is the first day I could even possibly get it refilled. If I have that, I'll be a lot less worried; until then, I'm making sure there's someone going to be checking on me every hour or so and trying to stay within sight/earshot of someone whenever possible. This is extremely frustrating. Also somewhat silly, really. I feel like a five-year-old. Ehh. Today, I think, will be template-making day. And more work on the quiz. And on Inklantis. Whee.
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