I am back from the doctor, and aside from throwing my back so far out of whack that if I hold anything with my right hand for more than a second or three my back spasms and I fall over, it's been a good visit.

Yes, I walked to the Max, which should NOT throw my back out like that.

Yes, they are sending me for x-rays and MRI scans and whatever the hell else they think might help.

'They' in this case being my doctor (she is actually a Nurse Practicioner or something like that, and no, I STILL can't spell), my naturopath (who is male but cool), my allergy specialist (female, I am not gonna even TRY to spell her name), the nice IV lady whose name is Ann and who is almost as nervous at my IV treatments as I am...

...and me.

Yep. I have an Actual Say.

I'm going on the anti-depressants full-time, getting a pain contract written up so I can get Meds On Demand, she doctor - THE DOCTOR - gave me a list of herbs and suppliments I can try for some of the worst problems and will be calling the naturopath's office to work WITH them... *poings*

Oh, and I'm going to have a good 8-9 hours to MOO.

Don't ask.

Or rather, do ask, but you won't get an answer, because I will be MOO-ing. *snickerpoing*

Hyper Jax, which is rather awkward with the not-wanting-to-move-from-pain but somehow seems to be working anyway.

Yeah.

Err.

I think that's about all I have to say today, other than verbally scolding myself for STILL not getting in touch with people and instead hiding in MOO2 and painmeds. But dammit, OUCH, and evil headaches.

Which the doctor might also do something about. Oh, and possibly refill my inhaler, as well as trying some new ones. And I'm on a constant antibiotic so I can't GET any more infections, yay! *poings again, wincing*

Yeah. Gonna go stare at planets for a while. Ouch. But... good day. Yes.

It's a GOOD DAY.

How often do I say that, really?