not receeding

Saw Pain Guy this morning. Pain Guy increased neurontin again (400 mg 2x daily, 1200mg at bedtime) (here's hoping I don't become a space case (more than I already am) (although he did say I can tweak that with impunity)) and is going to be referring me to an orthopedist if one deigns to see me. It's a bad sign when your pain management guy describes consults with the orthopedists as 'like winning the lottery', I think. I have been explicitly told NOT to call them as it will do no good. Also am being referred to p-sychiatrist for stress/shrinkmeds management. (dry, somewhat insane laugh) Ummmmmmmmmmmyeah, stress management. Seeing pain guy in six weeks.

Conclusion: Three scrips to fill, one to pick up, and I shouldn't worry about the tylenol 3's I'm taking at the moment. Good times, good times. Wore my cane + unmarked-white-pills-that-are-probably-meant-to-be-Vicodin t-shirt. No commentary so far. We'll see what the PT says. Still no cake.

nanofic: the sweetness of amber (statuesque)

They said it couldn't be done.

Obviously "they" underestimated the resources of a clinically insane organic chemist.

One of the benefits of being clinically insane, he thought, was that you tended to ignore limits that other people set on you.

All it really took was a tub full of tree sap, a lot of dry ice, and a thimbleful of anesthetic in a delicate blue vein.

Through the window he watches her face - yellowed by her embalming, but still calm, peaceful, beautiful.

Eternal.

The television behind him squawks terror about a missing girl. He turns it off and watches his experiment - his greatest triumph, he thinks - evolve into a marvelous trinket ensconced in amber glass.

if you want to reach the co-op boys you'll have to get by me

I heard this story on As It Happens last week as I was getting ready for bed (the NPR affiliate here rebroadcasts it - one of the things I like about Seattle) and the first thing I said was, "That's because there's NOTHING TO DO IN SASKATCHEWAN."

Woman sues her drug dealer.

Related, totally irrational irritant: I hate how in the media someone is from *cityname statename* but is from *provincename Canada*. That just annoys me.

Still no cake, although I did get a "dessert scone" with lunch. Dessert scone my ass, it was triangular and had filling and coarse sugar on top, it was a freaking TURNOVER. Scones are lumpy amorphous things. Don't get me started.

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