Ah, another excuse not to write.
I got a new prescription, one that might actually work. So far so good, though I'm only one day in.
Only I feel really funny. Like when you are falling asleep and feeling disconnected funny. At least I can type coherent sentences with no more typing errors than normal, despite feeling a bit slow.
And the absurdly freezing hands are gone, along with most the pain. Yay. So maybe, just maybe, the new doc nailed the diagnosis. Or maybe it's placebo effect.
You are in a deep, deep sleep.
Crap. This isn't working out like I had planned.
Oh, and Haggis, I have a Direct Loan statement as well. Thanks for offering to help with my money. You're an angel.
Did you really think I was going to leave you alone?
Right, so, it's 4am. The funny fuzziness is long gone. I woke up like O.O and wished I could go back to dreaming about the nice beach.
But don't poke my ribs. They is sore.