Who seemed to be listening to the words coming out of my mouth.
But she did not know that I'd reversed on the Keppra.
Which is where the WHAT THE FUCK comes in.
Did the usual nurse not put that on my fucking chart? Because I regard that as pretty fucking important.
What the FUCK?
Anyway. I 'splained. And she seemed to be paying attention. Because she asked questions, and responded to my answers. And responded to my questions.
She's going to talk to the neurologist and see if she wants to bring me in.
"When can I expect a call back?"
Well, she's just left for the day. So. Tomorrow afternoon.
Which is, y'know, aaargh, but now at least I know that I can leave to pick Adam and Elayna up without worrying that the phone is going to ring the minute I walk out the door.
She asked me how much of everything I was taking. Heh. I have no fucking idea. I tried pulling it out of my brainmeats... 200 Lamictal and 750 Keppra is what I estimated. Am I right, Adam?
Basically - and I say this to y'all, not to the nurse, because she knows - I have been on a loosely-supervised not-insignificant deliberate overdose for over a month now, which another over-a-month left. I'm not at the end. I'm not even on the downhill, really, because gods know how long it'll take the Keppra to finally leave my body. I may only be a third of the way through this.
I talked to her, she knows my current weight, she knows that I can't fucking think straight and am flippin' out full-time. And she knows that I want to go on disability. She doesn't know if it's my neuro or my regular doc who'd have to sign off on that, but she will ask.
Still no callback from the HR bitch.
I'm doin' all I can here, in terms of managing my medication. I cannot think of anything else that I could be doing. TCB, man.
One of these days I'm gonna write a book about this shit.