I Am So Loopy

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Hydrocodone is a nice medication, but it totally screws my brain up so if this doesn't make sense, take that into consideration.

I went to the Doctor doctor today.  He pulled 22 ccs of fluid out of my knee.  That's like...almost an ounce.  Which is a lot.  A lot a lot.  First he put in...something that ends with caine.  Cadacaine?  Not lidocaine or novacaine.  But ending in caine.  Ana anes  Numbing drug.  Considering I'm walking with a cane, it seems appropriate.  And then he shot it full of cortisone.  And did an ultrasound treatment thingy which is basically covering it with lotion and sliding this warm metal dealio around it for ten minutes or so.  Then I went to the pharmacy and almost yelled at the grocery store employees because they make it a freaking obstacle course to get back to the pharmacy by a direct route.  But I refrained because I am nice like that and don't like to yell at random people just because I am in pain.  Unless I am giving birth or driving and they can't hear me and then all bets are off.  But I wasn't so I didn't.

Got my hydrocodone and came home and took it.  Doing homework is fun when you are stoned on prescription painkillers.  My daughter had to come help since my son had to write complete sentences and I wasn't sure I was capable of making sure of them being those.  I can still spell at least.  Just not the word for the numbing drug.  Which at least I can remember.

I did not write today.  I did not think it would make any sense if I did.  However, I thought a lot about LoF plot stuff.  I think when I am not medicated again it will go fairly quickly.  I am still open to fluff recs.  And people writing me fic. *makes puppy dog eyes*  If they want.  I can still read and laugh.

Stupid boy at school tried to forcefeed my son Cheetos.  He's allergic to six different ingredients in Cheetos.  When T wouldn't eat it the kid stuck it in his sandwich so then he couldn't eat half his sandwich.  Sent email to the teacher.  Kid will be DEALT WITH to my satisfaction or I will bitch all the way up to the superintendent of schools.  What if that kid pulled it with a child who had a peanut allergy?  Gah.  T's are bad enough, but they are not life-threatening.  Still eight hours of hives, headache, stomach cramps, diarrhea and behavioral problems brought on by one Cheeto (past history has shown) is enough, thank you.

Half the kids in Rose's math class were suspended this week.  Maybe she'll be able to concentrate now that the disciplinary problems are out of there.  One can hope.

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