It's my journal, I'll grouch if I want to
Oct. 7th, 2015 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo tomorrow at ohgodawful early in the morning, I have to catch a flight to Mexico City.
So today I need to type in three hundred pages of corrections on an OCR'd manuscript, to have that done and off before I leave.
So this whole morning has been consumed by stupid fucking medical stuff. The insurance company wanted metrics and a barrel of tests, by a deadline; we've been scrambling to achieve that, between LA last week and Mexico tomorrow. And I fucked up, because I didn't realise the nicotine thing was a test, I assumed they'd just take my word for it. So that's probably cost us hundreds of dollars in a premium discount that we won't get now.
And my old doctor has disappeared, and my new doctor wants to put me on new meds. I feel fine, but she thinks it's important that I take a medication that may cause severe muscle pain, may cause liver damage and will certainly ruin my quality of life, because alcohol is contraindicated. You-all can guess how I feel about this.
Oh, and when I come back she wants me to wear a blood-pressure monitor for 24hrs, to see if she wants to medicate that as well. With a presumptive new list of side-effects and contraindications.
And I still feel fine, apart from, oh, depressed and pissed off and gloomy and not looking forward to the future much at all.
So today I need to type in three hundred pages of corrections on an OCR'd manuscript, to have that done and off before I leave.
So this whole morning has been consumed by stupid fucking medical stuff. The insurance company wanted metrics and a barrel of tests, by a deadline; we've been scrambling to achieve that, between LA last week and Mexico tomorrow. And I fucked up, because I didn't realise the nicotine thing was a test, I assumed they'd just take my word for it. So that's probably cost us hundreds of dollars in a premium discount that we won't get now.
And my old doctor has disappeared, and my new doctor wants to put me on new meds. I feel fine, but she thinks it's important that I take a medication that may cause severe muscle pain, may cause liver damage and will certainly ruin my quality of life, because alcohol is contraindicated. You-all can guess how I feel about this.
Oh, and when I come back she wants me to wear a blood-pressure monitor for 24hrs, to see if she wants to medicate that as well. With a presumptive new list of side-effects and contraindications.
And I still feel fine, apart from, oh, depressed and pissed off and gloomy and not looking forward to the future much at all.