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November 9th, 2007

I used to know how to feel better [Nov. 9th, 2007|12:04 am]
David Alexander McDonald (Steven E. McDonald)

I'd write something cogent about the Writer's Guild strike currently going on, and I do keep posting comments here and there, but I'm presently rather low on energy. This is partly due to coming down off of half a percoset, which sometimes leaves me groggy and a little nauseous -- I'm weird when it comes to medication. The next time I take one I might end up having no side effects at all.

I should probably turn in soon anyway, as I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. My regular sawbones is out of town, so I'm seeing someone new. I'd joke that with my luck the problem will go away by morning, but I'm afraid that this is quite unlikely. It's going to be a little while before this heals up completely, although I'm hoping that I'll be prescribed something that will speed things up a little.

Other than that...work to be done, and all that.
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And then I came limping home again [Nov. 9th, 2007|04:25 pm]
David Alexander McDonald (Steven E. McDonald)

Transportation to and from was a tiny bit of nightmare here and there, but the job got done -- despite the weird driver I had on the way to the pharmacy, who may or may not have thought he was being funny with McDonalds and Jack-In-The-Box references. There's the beginnings of a very strange movie in there somewhere, I'm sure.

I admit to liking the doctor I saw, Dr. Wristen. She was efficient, focused, and direct, and didn't treat me like an idiot (although she might as well have, as I probably should have gone in several days ago.) While she accepts the possibility of an insect bite, her diagnosis is that it's MRSA (shout-out to those who suggested this might be the case.) I'm not too sure where I might have picked it up, mind you, given that I don't often go out. Anyway, the treatment consists of a topical applicant for the wound site and a nuclear arsenal of antibiotics. I go back in to check on progress on November 12th.

Most alarming moment -- having a surgeon take a look was mentioned. Being possessed of a vivid imagination and way too much information for my own, that generated immediate visualizations of having a couple of pounds of bleeding flesh sliced from my leg. Tonight's dreams may be interesting.

I also got new meds for blood pressure, and weighed in. Turns out my fears about my weight were unfounded. It wasn't great news, but it was better than I'd expected.
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"Dammit!" [Nov. 9th, 2007|10:32 pm]
David Alexander McDonald (Steven E. McDonald)
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24: The Unaired 1994 Pilot.
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