I managed to make it to the blood draw (barely, and only because my mother thought it was a good half-hour farther out than it was), did NOT get anti-nausia meds but will be talking with my doctor about getting them or switching medication tomorrow since she wasn't in today, got a 'you are likely to get it' peptalk from the nice lady at the Social Security office when I went in to get my card - I don't actually HAVE it but I have a recipt saying I will which will do for paperwork - and I've now got the necessary forms to fill out to apply for disability which is what she was saying I was likely to get... I think this is turning into a run-on paragraph and I will stop.

Anyway, got all that done, got my I.V. taken, got my mother guilted into helping out a bit more (which the guilt was royally deserved since she managed to reduce me to tears TWICE in public), got my anti-depressants renewed, and am now sitting at home, waiting to pass out and watching Ryan play Metroid Prime. *stretches* I wanna sleep, dammit. Not quite feeling un-miserable enough to do so yet, particularly since now I won't be able to Go Out and Do Things tomorrow but will be waiting for the doctor to call and then heading over there or to the pharmacy, likely both, and since yesterday I didn't get to go see Deb, or talk to Caleb for anywhere near long enough. *pouts*

Gonna go be mildly queasy again, not actually sick-queasy, just stomach-settling-after-eating queasy, thank the gods. Then one last dose of meds, and me curling up in bed, falling asleep to the sound of gunfire and shock blasts and Screeching Bats.

I know, I've not been updating often or usefully; not just here, either. I've not updated my livejournal in ages, nor any of the other journals I keep here on d-land. It's just that most of the important things in my life are either things I've already talked about, or not clear enough/too private to talk about.

Anyway.

Bed.

Yeah.