Previously: line up AM pills on the left side of the desk, PM pills on the right side, and Both pills in the middle (to be added to boxes after AM pills, and then put on the PM side). This requires extra clearing off of desk space to make sure they all fit. (Bottles that have already been loaded in go back into the "Come With Me If You Want to Live" drawer, either right-side-up if I don't need to do anything else, upside-down in the fabric organizer that the primary stack of filled boxes will go in if they need a refill soon, and upside-down in that place with a little plastic dot inside them if I ran out midway; a set of matching plastic dots mark the compartments where there aren't that pill.)

New procedure: AM pills go in the pink bins on-or-near the desk, PM pills go in the blue (teal) bins, and Both Times pills go in the white bins and migrate to Blue after they've been added to AM.

The colored plastic dots come from Microlet lancet tip protectors. (Used lancets go in my mini Sharps jar, which started life as a Costco Loratadine jar and then got a red paint job on the lid and bottom using some non-preferred nail polish, and a label saying SHARPS on the side, implying Please Don't Fill Above This Line. I dump it into the big sharps bin in the bathroom.)

This weekend featured some Bodily Fail, over which I am still Disgruntled and Apologetic. Fucking cancer. Fucking cancer treatments.


Book status: finished with The Curse of Chalion a day before the audiobook was going to get whisked back to the library, and into Paladin of Souls. (We will probably not do The Hallowed Hunt, and the next person to breathlessly suggest that we do any Sharing Knife gets The Cut Direct. However: Penric, my beloved.)

In other book news, I waxed enthusiastic about All The Warnings on Cyteen to alexseanchai, concluding "But it's great about Growing Up Autistic Under Surveillance" although modern understanding of neurotypes and Azi vs Cit psychology suggests that uh, starting a kid off via 100% Tape-based learning would Probably Not result in Autism. "Oh, they're not sensitive to their discussion, are you Florian" "No, sera" (paraphrase of Ari I and Florian I) hits Significantly Different in context of Autism "Speaks", those morally bankrupt allistic and about-us-without-us fuckers.


Relevant to The Locked Tomb, Target's Halloween shit is coming out, and they have a skull-topped decorative bottle, some blatantly 3rd House skulls that are bedazzled to fuck and back, and a "Finally, some peace and quiet" coffin shaped motto board with a skull that could be painted into a number of different House skulls.

Finished most of my paperwork in a screaming hurry before 4pm. Have 2 more spreadsheets to update but those are small. Went to dentist. Dentist took shorter than I might have thought to pry teeth out of my head. But hearing that sort of noise from one's dentist is not always a good thing.

I had two more wisdom teeth (I only got three; the fourth one is still lurking in my jaw and doesn't want to break through the gum, and I'm not about to ask someone to go in there digging) to be removed. The first one was rotated 180° from what it should have been. Then the crown broke off, so he had to get creative. (It was not quite as gnarly as the one above it had been, but it was getting close. Just hadn't started disintegrating yet.) The second one was two fun things at once: one or more of its roots was into my sinus cavity! Woo! And it also had three roots! That one involved some more digging than the first one. The dentist was making commentary on this, then he realized that he was babbling. "I talk too much," he said, and shut up. I would have pouted had my mouth been available to do so; I like hearing the technical details of something that's going on with my body.

I got out of there, to the pharmacy, to home, and walked back to the pharmacy before the injections started wearing off. Thankfully, I'd had some foresight, and started in on the prescription from last time before walking to the pharmacy to pick up this prescription.

Some general silliness followed, with me being stoned on pain meds in IRC, and also being stoned on pain meds in suggestions. Fortunately, me being stoned on pain meds in suggestions is far less overt than me being stoned on pain meds in channel.

The evening is now coming to an agreeable close what with the chaos and confusion incurred when someone forgets who the maintainer is before flaming away in a community.

Tomorrow, I shall have my Trainee do the paperwork, and I shall observe. This might just slightly coincide with the fact that tomorrow I will still be in need of serious prescription painkillers. I haven't got the sides of my face all swollen up, though. I feel rather better than I otherwise might. I'm so walking to work. Not going to be driving. I probably *could* drive; I probably *shouldn't*.

Let the people already addicted have their fix @ cost. Make it criminal to distribute tobacco to a non-user.

So, back in high school, I had this best friend. That Idiot Shawn.

( It always goes downhill after this point. )