A roller coaster day
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gridloreYesterday was one of those days filled with highs and lows. Interesting, to be sure, but I could use a little more stability in my life.
I woke up feeling awful. Meds just made me groggy and awful. I don't know what caused it, perhaps I finally caught Kirsten's bug, but I was pretty ill for a while there. Writing was out of the question; I had nothing like the cognitive functions I need to get ideas down. So I edited things I've pulled off the net into a format I can use, and surfed around a bit.
I had a doctor appointment later, and this is where my stress began in earnest. It was with the neurologist who had promised to see me gratis last time so I could keep a little continuity of care until the insurance gets cleared up. I show up and they want me to sign a fiscal responsibility form agreeing to pay $255! I can't afford that! Not for a ten minute update where I do nothing but describe my last seizure! I refuse to sign, and after some wrangling I get in without signing.
Kirsten and I find out that Dr. Fisher has two medical students... cute medical students. The get treated to the Doug Berry Comedy Show. I hate hospitals, and my defense mechanism go crazy when I'm there. I use humor as a defense. You do the math.
Fisher wants me to go down for lab work. Fine, except they want FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS for a simple CBC test! Screw that! If he wants to see what my blood work is like, he can get the results from Seton Medical Center.
While I was at the office, I was offered a chance to take part in a study on epilepsy and depression. Fifty bucks to answer some questionnaires and talk to the shrink. I'm going next Tuesday. Money and a chance to blow their curve right out of the water!
We head out, and I stop to commune with the ducks. The hospital has a gorgeous reflecting pool/fountain in front, and it is home to several ducks. I had forgotten how warm it gets in Palo Alto. I've been spoiled by life in the Sunset. I seriously considered join the ducks for a quick swim. Saner, if not cooler, heads prevailed, and we headed down to Gamescape to get the latest Dragon Magazine. While we're there, I notice two new GURPS books I must have: Mars and Transhuman Space: Fifth Wave. They also have two copies of Ground Forces. I offer to sign them. It's something I do at all the local shops. We get them out of the shrink wrap... and they're already signed. Just a bit embarrassing. It does explain my last royalty check though.
We go to Chili's for dinner, which is as traditional a post-medical event as Gamescape is, and I inhale a platter of steak fajitas. No, seriously! The entire thing was gone in about five minutes. The platter was a little skimpy on the meat to onion ratio, but normally I last a little longer.
Well fed and with new things to read, we headed home. Luckily, we missed all the traffic on 280. Kirsten gets online, and I watch the Giants game. After that, I channel surf, and end up on the SciFi channel...
...where I watch the worst movie I have ever seen in my life. I swear to Ghod, I was squeaking in horror and delight so loudly Kirsten came out of the office to see what was going on.
It was called Reptilian. It's almost indescrible. CGI monsters on sets that look like a cross between "Hot Wheels" play sets and Godzilla leftovers. Utterly pathetic characterizations and acting. Aliens that seem to think giant monsters are useful ways to conquer planets.
The aliens in question look robots that didn't make the cast of "Battlestar Galactica" and sound like James Earl Jones after a weekend bender.
You get all the cliches.. the kindly professor that no one believes, the evil corporate drone who is blinded by greed, cigar chomping American generals, good monsters, bad monsters, and US Army "Rangers" who fly around on jet packs and chicken out of missions at the last second.
Kids, it is a tragedy of cosmic proportions that MST3K folded before this howler came out. I'm thinking of forming a cult around it. This movie is one of the rare ones that transcends "so bad it is good", and moves onto "so bad it is great!"
Today? Barry Bonds hits a grand slam, and is now in sole possession of 4th place on the all-time HR list. 'nuff said.
I woke up feeling awful. Meds just made me groggy and awful. I don't know what caused it, perhaps I finally caught Kirsten's bug, but I was pretty ill for a while there. Writing was out of the question; I had nothing like the cognitive functions I need to get ideas down. So I edited things I've pulled off the net into a format I can use, and surfed around a bit.
I had a doctor appointment later, and this is where my stress began in earnest. It was with the neurologist who had promised to see me gratis last time so I could keep a little continuity of care until the insurance gets cleared up. I show up and they want me to sign a fiscal responsibility form agreeing to pay $255! I can't afford that! Not for a ten minute update where I do nothing but describe my last seizure! I refuse to sign, and after some wrangling I get in without signing.
Kirsten and I find out that Dr. Fisher has two medical students... cute medical students. The get treated to the Doug Berry Comedy Show. I hate hospitals, and my defense mechanism go crazy when I'm there. I use humor as a defense. You do the math.
Fisher wants me to go down for lab work. Fine, except they want FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS for a simple CBC test! Screw that! If he wants to see what my blood work is like, he can get the results from Seton Medical Center.
While I was at the office, I was offered a chance to take part in a study on epilepsy and depression. Fifty bucks to answer some questionnaires and talk to the shrink. I'm going next Tuesday. Money and a chance to blow their curve right out of the water!
We head out, and I stop to commune with the ducks. The hospital has a gorgeous reflecting pool/fountain in front, and it is home to several ducks. I had forgotten how warm it gets in Palo Alto. I've been spoiled by life in the Sunset. I seriously considered join the ducks for a quick swim. Saner, if not cooler, heads prevailed, and we headed down to Gamescape to get the latest Dragon Magazine. While we're there, I notice two new GURPS books I must have: Mars and Transhuman Space: Fifth Wave. They also have two copies of Ground Forces. I offer to sign them. It's something I do at all the local shops. We get them out of the shrink wrap... and they're already signed. Just a bit embarrassing. It does explain my last royalty check though.
We go to Chili's for dinner, which is as traditional a post-medical event as Gamescape is, and I inhale a platter of steak fajitas. No, seriously! The entire thing was gone in about five minutes. The platter was a little skimpy on the meat to onion ratio, but normally I last a little longer.
Well fed and with new things to read, we headed home. Luckily, we missed all the traffic on 280. Kirsten gets online, and I watch the Giants game. After that, I channel surf, and end up on the SciFi channel...
...where I watch the worst movie I have ever seen in my life. I swear to Ghod, I was squeaking in horror and delight so loudly Kirsten came out of the office to see what was going on.
It was called Reptilian. It's almost indescrible. CGI monsters on sets that look like a cross between "Hot Wheels" play sets and Godzilla leftovers. Utterly pathetic characterizations and acting. Aliens that seem to think giant monsters are useful ways to conquer planets.
The aliens in question look robots that didn't make the cast of "Battlestar Galactica" and sound like James Earl Jones after a weekend bender.
You get all the cliches.. the kindly professor that no one believes, the evil corporate drone who is blinded by greed, cigar chomping American generals, good monsters, bad monsters, and US Army "Rangers" who fly around on jet packs and chicken out of missions at the last second.
Kids, it is a tragedy of cosmic proportions that MST3K folded before this howler came out. I'm thinking of forming a cult around it. This movie is one of the rare ones that transcends "so bad it is good", and moves onto "so bad it is great!"
Today? Barry Bonds hits a grand slam, and is now in sole possession of 4th place on the all-time HR list. 'nuff said.
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You have no idea how tempting it was to head south instead of north and throw myself in
BLEH!
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Now I'm just gonna *have to* get that on tape, and get a bunch of folks together to do _exactly_ that.
Thanks for the review/referral/amusement factor! It sounds really bad!