disoriented plus back pain.
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solipsistnationI am relatively certain today is Saturday.
This isn't because I'm disoriented from some kind of car-crash-related injury or anything, but because this past week I ended up staying home Wednesday and messing around with car stuff yesterday. So now it feels like I've had two Saturdays, with another day in between. Although Friday really felt more like some kind of exhausting dream, culminating in realizing that I had trouble actually talking to people. I crashed really hard last night, and fairly early. This morning felt Sunday-like, and I keep thinking that I'm going to go see a movie today rather than tomorrow evening. (Lost in Translation is playing at WPI on the big screen in Perrault Hall, for very cheap.) I have a hard enough time knowing what day it is at the best of times.
I think I'm about to go over and attempt to jam with people in Worcester, although my neck is getting achey again. I should eat and take my antiinflammatories. I haven't needed the muscle relaxants yet. I'm tempted to give them a try just to see what happens, but that seems like it might not be such a good idea if I'm expected to do anything. They're supposed to be non-drowsy, but hey, what do I know?
For those not on the various places where I actually talked about this, yesterday after the wreck, I felt a little sore. The ache gradually spread upward toward my shoulders, where it took over from my usual stress acheyness and really dug in, sending little expeditions north toward the back of my neck, where they turned into a full-blown sore-neck-headache. This increased in intensity throughout the day. Around 11, I was convinced to go to the doctor. I got an appointment for 3:00 that afternoon, described what happened, talked about random stuff with my doctor (who is, I must say, the best doctor I've ever had), and ended up prescribed 500mg Naproxen (anti-inflammatory, pain relief) and Skeletor (or something that sounds like it, and I'm too lazy to get up and go look in the bathroom), a skeletal muscle relaxant. I was told that I might not actually need the muscle relaxant, and that I might not even have to fill the prescription, but I did anyway, just for the sake of having them handy in case I needed them. I was also told that coming to see him then was a good idea, as it was likely to be worse today if I didn't do anything about it then. I turned down an intramuscular injection of antiinflammatory drugs, since he didn't seem to think it would necessarily bad to skip it. The tension from injection-anticipation was likely to make it worse anyway. I don't do well with that kind of thing.
So, I dropped off my prescriptions and went out to pick up a little cheap mixer. I've been driving the stupid rental car, a Pontiac Grand Prix, and I'm gradually accumulating things I hate about it, from the slightly-too-small door (it's a HUGE CAR-- why is the door so damn small? I bumped my head the first four or five times I went to get in) to the way everything on the radio is illuminated BUT the knobs, so you have to sort of reach for the little dark spots and hope. The seat is reasonably comfortable, but in all the cars I've rented, I've never found one I could get as low and angled back as the seat in poor Mister Vroomy. (Mister Vroomy was named the day the REAL usefulness of downshifting finally clicked in my head. *shift* *gas* *VROOM!* "Wheeeeee!")
Such excitement. I get to spend Monday on the phone to insurance people, I'm sure.
Sigh. Okay, so if Mister Vroomy gets totalled, the blue book value appears to be something like three or four thousand bucks. (Hooray for Saturns keeping their value.) That's a pretty decent down-payment on something new. (Plus implied car payments on something new, plus not getting to save up enough to get something ridiculously vroomy, like a Subaru WRX or something) That value implies that they probably won't total it, though, unless the damage is worse than it appears. Of course, I could be totally misunderstanding the whole process.
Now to eat, then to jam.
Oh, and anti-inflammatory meds say no alcohol. No wine with dinner for a while, I guess.
This isn't because I'm disoriented from some kind of car-crash-related injury or anything, but because this past week I ended up staying home Wednesday and messing around with car stuff yesterday. So now it feels like I've had two Saturdays, with another day in between. Although Friday really felt more like some kind of exhausting dream, culminating in realizing that I had trouble actually talking to people. I crashed really hard last night, and fairly early. This morning felt Sunday-like, and I keep thinking that I'm going to go see a movie today rather than tomorrow evening. (Lost in Translation is playing at WPI on the big screen in Perrault Hall, for very cheap.) I have a hard enough time knowing what day it is at the best of times.
I think I'm about to go over and attempt to jam with people in Worcester, although my neck is getting achey again. I should eat and take my antiinflammatories. I haven't needed the muscle relaxants yet. I'm tempted to give them a try just to see what happens, but that seems like it might not be such a good idea if I'm expected to do anything. They're supposed to be non-drowsy, but hey, what do I know?
For those not on the various places where I actually talked about this, yesterday after the wreck, I felt a little sore. The ache gradually spread upward toward my shoulders, where it took over from my usual stress acheyness and really dug in, sending little expeditions north toward the back of my neck, where they turned into a full-blown sore-neck-headache. This increased in intensity throughout the day. Around 11, I was convinced to go to the doctor. I got an appointment for 3:00 that afternoon, described what happened, talked about random stuff with my doctor (who is, I must say, the best doctor I've ever had), and ended up prescribed 500mg Naproxen (anti-inflammatory, pain relief) and Skeletor (or something that sounds like it, and I'm too lazy to get up and go look in the bathroom), a skeletal muscle relaxant. I was told that I might not actually need the muscle relaxant, and that I might not even have to fill the prescription, but I did anyway, just for the sake of having them handy in case I needed them. I was also told that coming to see him then was a good idea, as it was likely to be worse today if I didn't do anything about it then. I turned down an intramuscular injection of antiinflammatory drugs, since he didn't seem to think it would necessarily bad to skip it. The tension from injection-anticipation was likely to make it worse anyway. I don't do well with that kind of thing.
So, I dropped off my prescriptions and went out to pick up a little cheap mixer. I've been driving the stupid rental car, a Pontiac Grand Prix, and I'm gradually accumulating things I hate about it, from the slightly-too-small door (it's a HUGE CAR-- why is the door so damn small? I bumped my head the first four or five times I went to get in) to the way everything on the radio is illuminated BUT the knobs, so you have to sort of reach for the little dark spots and hope. The seat is reasonably comfortable, but in all the cars I've rented, I've never found one I could get as low and angled back as the seat in poor Mister Vroomy. (Mister Vroomy was named the day the REAL usefulness of downshifting finally clicked in my head. *shift* *gas* *VROOM!* "Wheeeeee!")
Such excitement. I get to spend Monday on the phone to insurance people, I'm sure.
Sigh. Okay, so if Mister Vroomy gets totalled, the blue book value appears to be something like three or four thousand bucks. (Hooray for Saturns keeping their value.) That's a pretty decent down-payment on something new. (Plus implied car payments on something new, plus not getting to save up enough to get something ridiculously vroomy, like a Subaru WRX or something) That value implies that they probably won't total it, though, unless the damage is worse than it appears. Of course, I could be totally misunderstanding the whole process.
Now to eat, then to jam.
Oh, and anti-inflammatory meds say no alcohol. No wine with dinner for a while, I guess.
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muscle relaxants
Date: 2004-01-31 02:17 pm (UTC)it's just that they render you incapable of doing anything. You'll be perfectly lucid, you just won't be able to communicate intelligibly or move. :)
Re: muscle relaxants
Date: 2004-01-31 02:57 pm (UTC)Cool.
I shall take them half an hour before the Monday meeting.
Re: muscle relaxants
Date: 2004-01-31 03:07 pm (UTC)I think this is a great idea. Al will love it. :-P
heh.
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Date: 2004-01-31 03:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-01-31 03:53 pm (UTC)Looking at your pictures... I had similar damage on a Saturn, in between the driver and rear passenger doors... unless if there are issues with that front piece next to the hood, they should be able to replace the parts. It took eons for them to do the repairs, though, but you're probably going to a different repair place. Ah, plastic cars...
Sorry to hear about the accident and its effects on both you and the car... (though hopefully not on your insurance!)
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Date: 2004-01-31 04:14 pm (UTC)Feel better.
Re:
Date: 2004-01-31 09:28 pm (UTC)[laugh-laugh-laugh-ow-laugh-ow-laugh-ow....]
Still going...
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Date: 2004-02-01 12:05 am (UTC)Josh, hope you feel better. Looking at the pics I doubt they'll total it.