WHEEEEE!

All aboard the side-effect express - woo woo!

At the moment I feel great. This is actually not a good thing, because I slept less than 2 hours last night. I'm hyped up like a triple espresso and vaguely itchy, and when I did sleep I had some pretty nasty nightmares.

As my neurotransmitters are a bit wonky under the best of circumstances (I'm on a low-dose SSRI for depression manifesting as anxiety and sleep disturbances), this could very rapidly become a very not-good thing indeed.

So I have a fax in to the other doc (the one I saw yesterday isn't in till after 2) listing my symptoms and requesting somethign with a shorter list of CNS side effects. Hopefully she can call it in to the pharmacy and I can pick it up when I leave here around 1. Cuz I suspect that when this stuff starts to clear out of my system, I'm going to crash and burn pretty hard.

Meh. Modern medicine.

starting to slooooow dooowwwnnnn

starting to drop stuff, to make mistakes, to skip dates.

I can see the wall, and it's around an hour away

ok that was not fun

By 12:15 I was like "I'm done here". Manager wasn't back yet, but I e-mailed him that I was out of reserves and reminded him that I was actually supposed to be in bed per doctors orders, and then I left.

Wow - 45 minutes from "yay tripple espresso!" to "ugh, did anyone get the license number of that truck?"

As my reg doc hadn't gotten back to me about an alternate antibiotic I just took myself over to the office to wait for either her or her partner to get to it. Perky-partner-doctor-lady came in a bit early and was all flustered that I was back. Even the drug company rep packing up her sample case heard me cough and said "wow - that sounds like it hurts!" Doc looked over the blood work that I had done yesterday and said that my white blood cell count wasn't as high as she had feared from my symptoms and in that case she felt safer in giving me a lower-dose antibiotic I've tolerated before. She listened to me wheeze, checked my blood pressure (edging to alarmingly high but since it was fine yesterday we figure that was another side effect) and sent me home to bed. I popped the first 2 Z-pak on the bus, dry.

I like my regular doc just fine, but I like perky-blonde-doctor too - it's always worth considering new approaches, she was the first one to give me an actual nebulizer treatement for example - and plus I have the safety net of 10 yrs worth of records and if she ever recommends something that I want to check first I have a built-in second opinion.

I had a little nap and some bunny-nuzzles, and now I'm enjoying a nice cup of hot chai before soaking my abused rib cage in a hot bath. In actuality though I'm not as much better as I would have been if I'd started on the usual med I'm certainly not worse than when I went in, and we have a bunch more medical data more specific than "I feel like crud". I'm a little sad to wave goodbye to my last two vacation days (since I was already out of sick days)

But possibly the most accurate barometer of how I feel is that I may just record LOST and watch it tomorrow when my brain has grown back a bit more.

oh - in non health-related news

I'm going to be the MC of the Windycon Masquerade this year.

I've been many times a judge and helped run a couple of green rooms, but I've never been an MC. Usually they seem picked from "Famous Fen" or other "Celebrities", which has meant a fair number of large men in tuxes mumbling from their cue sheets an other similar evenings. I specifically recall the local NPR radio personality being too busy staring at my tits during rehearsal to listen to a word I had to say about the cues on the call sheet.

I know I can at least speak clearly, remember pronunciations, and can be fairly witty when I need to be. I have a number of funny and generally embaressing costume stories that I can trot out if I need to stall, hence saving the audience from any further stories about the migratory habits of palolla worms. Yes, I was actually backstage for that one. *cries softly*

So now the big question....WHAT TO WEAR? *flails*

1) Something Historical, because it IS a Masquerade, and I am me?

OR

2) Something dressy and formal-ish?

I can see reasons for both. Something Costume-ish might draw focus from the presenters, but I'm short enough that most of me would be hidden behind the podium. (I'm thinking of working in having them need to bring me a phone book to stand on as part of my intro) Plus I look like poo in most modern clothes. If you go to masquerades, please comment with your thoughts - I've not been on the audience side of things for quite a while, so I'd like some input.