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stephbgThis afternoon I disrupted the business of my local pharmacy for a while by talking to the pharmacist about options for B12. She wasn't *my* pharmacist, but I have a sneaking suspicion that my pharmacist left quite a long time ago. I haven't had to consult for quite a while. I guess she's my pharmacist now, but I don't think she wants me.
I mentioned that I had a bad reaction to my last couple of B12 shots (at least) and was looking for alternatives. Apparently the thing that I react to most in the B12 injection is likely to be the B12. There used to be other injectable forms available but they've been crowded out of the market. I'm going to try a fraction of a low dose Nature's Own preservative free variety, just because it's Something To Try. I wonder if the stabbing headache just kicking in now was due to the first dose of 80mg or so earlier this evening. It's not quite like other headaches; it's not sinusy or tensiony, but centred in the middle of my forehead. Interesting.
The pharmacist did eventually suggest that I should try the health shop and the naturopath there. I think that's western medicine code for Go Away You Freak (I Bet You're Making This All Up). Perhaps I'm being harsh, but for once I'd like to be a textbook example of something and have a textbook solution. I'd like to just take a pill and get better.
I've been doing relatively quite well this week, and have done a few hours work a day for four days running which is something of a record. I really don't want to have a shot that is practically guarranteed to mess me up for a month or so. I SUPPOSE I'll talk to the naturopath, but I have to see my GP soon for some other overdue nasty tests anyway. It's kind of nice to know that I haven't seen him for three months, so at least my futility exercises are drying up. Shrink on Monday - I have an interesting six months to report, but no expectation of change.
Speaking of exercise drying up, I've been paying a guilt tax in the form of direct debit gym membership for way too long now. I've avoided cancelling it for many different reasons, but with an income less than your average pensioner on Today Tonight I really need to swallow my pride and do it. When the time comes I will just cough up the joining fee again, but realistically I have so many different ways to spend my few spoons that trips to the gym/pool are unimaginable in the foreseeable future. Ironically I can't cancel my membership by phone: I have to GO to the gym to stop (paying for not) going to the gym.
Haven't been to the stables this week, which is probably why I've been to work four times. Positive psychic vibes aside, I really do overdo it physically when I go along with the intention of being useful. I shall have to treat myself to a selfish parasitic pat-the-horsies-purely-for-my-benefit visit.
Had the eyebrow(s) done today after a much longer interval than usual. The threat of a public appearance in less than a fortnight might even convince me to comb my hair. My regular (ha!) beautician Sue has left, but her trainee has picked up the reins and did a reasonable job on the first try. It might have been oh so very much worse.
Despite my less-than-the-aged-pension income, I'd really like to treat myself to some crystal mineral retail therapy. Looks like the best (and apparently only) places to go for shiny rocks are still in Orange Grove, so I have a trek down Tonkin Highway in my future. There used to be a fabulous rock/shell/fossil trader in Fremantle but I couldn't find them.
I mentioned that I had a bad reaction to my last couple of B12 shots (at least) and was looking for alternatives. Apparently the thing that I react to most in the B12 injection is likely to be the B12. There used to be other injectable forms available but they've been crowded out of the market. I'm going to try a fraction of a low dose Nature's Own preservative free variety, just because it's Something To Try. I wonder if the stabbing headache just kicking in now was due to the first dose of 80mg or so earlier this evening. It's not quite like other headaches; it's not sinusy or tensiony, but centred in the middle of my forehead. Interesting.
The pharmacist did eventually suggest that I should try the health shop and the naturopath there. I think that's western medicine code for Go Away You Freak (I Bet You're Making This All Up). Perhaps I'm being harsh, but for once I'd like to be a textbook example of something and have a textbook solution. I'd like to just take a pill and get better.
I've been doing relatively quite well this week, and have done a few hours work a day for four days running which is something of a record. I really don't want to have a shot that is practically guarranteed to mess me up for a month or so. I SUPPOSE I'll talk to the naturopath, but I have to see my GP soon for some other overdue nasty tests anyway. It's kind of nice to know that I haven't seen him for three months, so at least my futility exercises are drying up. Shrink on Monday - I have an interesting six months to report, but no expectation of change.
Speaking of exercise drying up, I've been paying a guilt tax in the form of direct debit gym membership for way too long now. I've avoided cancelling it for many different reasons, but with an income less than your average pensioner on Today Tonight I really need to swallow my pride and do it. When the time comes I will just cough up the joining fee again, but realistically I have so many different ways to spend my few spoons that trips to the gym/pool are unimaginable in the foreseeable future. Ironically I can't cancel my membership by phone: I have to GO to the gym to stop (paying for not) going to the gym.
Haven't been to the stables this week, which is probably why I've been to work four times. Positive psychic vibes aside, I really do overdo it physically when I go along with the intention of being useful. I shall have to treat myself to a selfish parasitic pat-the-horsies-purely-for-my-benefit visit.
Had the eyebrow(s) done today after a much longer interval than usual. The threat of a public appearance in less than a fortnight might even convince me to comb my hair. My regular (ha!) beautician Sue has left, but her trainee has picked up the reins and did a reasonable job on the first try. It might have been oh so very much worse.
Despite my less-than-the-aged-pension income, I'd really like to treat myself to some crystal mineral retail therapy. Looks like the best (and apparently only) places to go for shiny rocks are still in Orange Grove, so I have a trek down Tonkin Highway in my future. There used to be a fabulous rock/shell/fossil trader in Fremantle but I couldn't find them.
