Happy birthday to burningbrain and lordandrei!
Appointment with my primary care doc today. Have been dreading and putting off. This is the guy who wouldn't do *anything* til I saw the rheumatologist and neurologist; it was the neuro who wrote me prescriptions for Flexeril and Lunesta, seeing how ragged-edged I was. So. Today we get to review the results of the bloodwork the rheumatologist did on me, and I get to beg for a pain drug that won't flatten me for a day and a half, and I get to beg to go off Cymbalta, because I think it's doing Bad Things to my state of mind. And we will see if this doctor listens. And if not - Alanya recommended her doctor last night, and he's T-accessible, and we'll see if he takes my insurance. Good to have a game plan. Part of why I moved to Boston was to have more choice re: my medical care, after all. I'm not stuck with anyone.
Helps to remind myself of that.
I've just been having difficulty with this. Being Not-Listened-To by Grownups-in-Authority hits a bunch of those childhood bruises, and I tend to retreat rather than react. No. I am in control of my treatment. *decisive nod*
I have an overload of Really Big Stuff, is why I've been edgy and cocoony. But I'm taking care of it. I'm going to see my lawyer tomorrow re: my Social Security Disability case. Which means the time between this morning's appointment and leaving for Diesel will be spent making sure all my paperwork's in order. Things like this are Scary. So I put them off until there's a big heap of Scary, and that makes it all worse. So. I am pushing through the big heap of Scary, teeth gritted, til it's all done.
The lawyer thing is Important, and I'm glad I'm doing it - it takes the big huge process of Social Security Disability out of my hands and into the hands of a professional, who wouldn't take the case if he didn't feel we'd win it. It's just - a pride thing.
British medical researchers have grown human heart tissue from stem cells in a breakthrough reported Monday that offers a possible solution to a shortage of donors for heart transplants.
The Guardian newspaper said that if animal trials scheduled for later this year prove successful, replacement tissue could be used in transplants for heart disease patients within three years.
51: Luminescent, glowing, and otherworldly: green mandarin, neroli, honeydew, white amber, guava, freesia, white and green musks hovering over desert scrub, smashed wood, and the dry, biting scent of night air over the Groom Lake salt flats.
In bottle: Very bright. The white musk, a tinge of honeydew. Clear.
On me: Still bright and sweet. Not very desert-y!
Antony: The embodiment of Classic masculinity. A warrior's scent: the green hills and grasses of the battlefields, the resinous incense from the prayers to his Gods, and a touch of the musky leather of his armor. Ambergris and frankincense with sage, and basil.
In bottle: Mmmmsagebasil.
On me: Nice mild... pesto. *laugh*
Arkham: A shadowy, unapproachable forest of maple, birch, dogwood, cypress and pine softened by a garland of New England wildflowers: bergamot, columbine, rue anemone, blue violet, creeping phlox, bloodroot, toadflax, and pixie moss.
In bottle: The trees, mostly the pine.
On me: Mmmm. Not a shadowy forest. A forest in springtime. The florals are non-obnoxious, yay!
Bien Loin D'Ici</b>: The Scarlet Woman, aglow with sensual indolence: red musk, benzoin, caramel accord, golden honey, and spiced Moroccan unguents.
In bottle: Mostly benzoin. Hrm.
On me: Still mostly benzoin. What the hamster? Red musk, honey, spices, and it's the benzoin that rides high? Hm. Red musk peeps out. I'll save this and re-test when I can leave it on longer. Right now, I've got to get showered and ready for my doctor visit. *makes face*