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No News is...No News
Sep. 8th, 2020 11:43 pmUp before dawn, so of course I laid down with Lady Miss Friday. She actually flopped with her head right next to mine. Briefly considered calling in again, but you've got to get back on the horse eventually. Stayed productive and focused all day long, and kept that vague paranoia that they'd discovered I'm secretly failing to a low whisper.
Julian slept until after noon, and we chatted a bit on my lunch break. Jimmy did come over around midnight last night, but I was pretty far gone by then. Him, Julian, and one of the neighbors stayed up until after 3, which explains why he slept so late. We both got his dates wrong, too, and he's actually leaving on the 15th instead of the 12th. That actually suits me fine, because whether due to the medical emergency or just coincidence, but this past weekend feels like so many missed opportunities.
Speaking of the medical emergency, Abel from my doc called. The drug tests found...nothing. Just some THC. On the one hand, yay no one dosed me, on the other hand...what the absolute fuck?! I was severely anemic and low on potassium, but....that shouldn't cause that kind of reaction. I scheduled a video appointment with my actual doc. Tim thinks it was a seizure, but Julian said it wasn't, and surely the ER doc would have said that? Tim pointed out that the ER really only knows me as a drug addict, so I guess every problem looks like a nail?
Rachel came over in the afternoon, as she's leaving town tomorrow, and Julian wanted to spend time with her. Lorde knows I'm easy, and I think we're at the point in the visit where a break wouldn't be terrible. I talked some with Rachel while Julian got ready, mostly about my absurdly high tolerance for THC. Apparently it takes about 10-20x the normal amount to get me anywhere. The hunt continues, but it's alright right now.
When they left, I ate last night's dinner, poured a drink, and re-watched most of Teenage Bounty Hunters. It got to be after 10, so I took my pill and went to bed. Julian came back around 11, relaxed on the couch. Despite my pill, I couldn't sleep, so browsed some FB. Julian saw my light, and asked to join me in bed. We chatted for a bit, with him having no sense of the ridiculous heatwave or body heat, and it did help me sort things in my head. Eventually, I took another half pill, though, and finally crashed.
Julian slept until after noon, and we chatted a bit on my lunch break. Jimmy did come over around midnight last night, but I was pretty far gone by then. Him, Julian, and one of the neighbors stayed up until after 3, which explains why he slept so late. We both got his dates wrong, too, and he's actually leaving on the 15th instead of the 12th. That actually suits me fine, because whether due to the medical emergency or just coincidence, but this past weekend feels like so many missed opportunities.
Speaking of the medical emergency, Abel from my doc called. The drug tests found...nothing. Just some THC. On the one hand, yay no one dosed me, on the other hand...what the absolute fuck?! I was severely anemic and low on potassium, but....that shouldn't cause that kind of reaction. I scheduled a video appointment with my actual doc. Tim thinks it was a seizure, but Julian said it wasn't, and surely the ER doc would have said that? Tim pointed out that the ER really only knows me as a drug addict, so I guess every problem looks like a nail?
Rachel came over in the afternoon, as she's leaving town tomorrow, and Julian wanted to spend time with her. Lorde knows I'm easy, and I think we're at the point in the visit where a break wouldn't be terrible. I talked some with Rachel while Julian got ready, mostly about my absurdly high tolerance for THC. Apparently it takes about 10-20x the normal amount to get me anywhere. The hunt continues, but it's alright right now.
When they left, I ate last night's dinner, poured a drink, and re-watched most of Teenage Bounty Hunters. It got to be after 10, so I took my pill and went to bed. Julian came back around 11, relaxed on the couch. Despite my pill, I couldn't sleep, so browsed some FB. Julian saw my light, and asked to join me in bed. We chatted for a bit, with him having no sense of the ridiculous heatwave or body heat, and it did help me sort things in my head. Eventually, I took another half pill, though, and finally crashed.
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