Tomorrow I go to UCLA for my first day as a human guinea pig (is that possible?). Tomorrow I think they just talk to me and make sure I'm not a drug addict or that I'm in a wheelchair or that I'm a psycho killer. Next week I get my first MRI in a 3-year series. Woot!
Today my legs felt better, though they're still exhausted. Kaiser called and said they couldn't refill my meds because I'm no longer a member. Looks like I'm going to have to go to bat again for myself for not having gotten my check in on time (as in, Look, Assholes, if you'd just let me give you a credit card number, you could just take it out of my bank account ever month and I'd never have to irk your accountants ever again!) But for now, no meds, no docs, no emergency room. Just me, hangin' on to my legs, hoping tomorrow's as good as today was.
And, that I can find the Neuro unit in Westwood without killing someone. There's nothing worse than driving in Westwood except, perhaps, driving in Pasadena.
That's all she's got time for tonight, folks. More smashingly entertaining stuff tomorrow.
Posted by twids at 9:07 pm