Vorlonagent

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~tOH.

Ah, crap.  Let's hope the find and fix your problems.  On the bright side, they know what is wrong with your foot, just fixing it might be tricky.

Someone jumped on that really fast.  Already wasn't there.

Can we have the amazon account name to look for?  (PM if you feel security or anonymity warrants it).  I'm good for a SD card.

It's only a matter of time, and whether or not Magic doesn't change, before she is officially introduced to Tedd.

Until the two sit down and clear the air Tedd is going to feel exactly the same way regardless. 
I think the most important indicator of Ed Verres' character is not how he goes into the talk but how he comes out.

Until the two sit down and clear the air Tedd is going to feel exactly the same way regardless. 
I think the most important indicator of Ed Verres' character is not how he goes into the talk but how he comes out.

Until the two sit down and clear the air Tedd is going to feel exactly the same way regardless. 
I think the most important indicator of Ed Verres' character is not how he goes into the talk but how he comes out.

While a regular therapist could help Susan with her father issues, she also has issues dealing from the time she killed a vampire. That is NOT something she is going to be able to explain to a normal therapist.
Justin knows that he doesn't want to become a woman as it isn't who he really is. Still knowing that said option exists through the existence of magic, would solve a LOT of his other problems has GIVEN him a bit of temptation. He seems to have mostly worked through it, and meeting Luke definatly ssems to have heped but there are hints that despite their mutual attraction to one another the relationship MIGHT go south.
Elliot's Magical identity issues are being brought up as we speak.
This brings us around to Ellen. Part of what makes her so Introspective (and why she tries to be so spontaneous) is in a search for differences between her and Elliot but as more similarities between the two of them pop up (I know what Elliot is feeling isn't exactly the same, but it is closer than his sense of identity) I can't help but wonder if Ellen might help but have new Identity crisis.
In fact I can't help but wonder if Elliot is afraid on a subconscious level that if he also tries to become introspective and more spontaneous he will develop into a similar direction as Ellen will and therefore rob her of her identity.
I want it to be noted that I am aware of course that would not need to happen ass they could develop different interests and hobbies. I am just saying that given how caring and considerate of other people's feelings Elliot is that HE would be worried it could happen.
Tedd has huge abandonment issues as well as fear of being acceptance. Magic has complicated things. It allows him to achieve a long cherished dream but it is also something that cannot be revealed to the world. I DESPERATELY want to believe that Tedd spending all of his time dwelling on something that he believes will never happen, i.e. making magic public, is what Mr. Verres was referring to when he meant spending so much time as a girl can't be healthy as at least then he would just be being innocently insensitive, rather than transphobic.
I hope this is enough for now I might go over the other characters later.

It's a chance you take with any therapist in the Real World.  They aren't interchangeable and they have to establish a rapport with their patient to be effective. 
Anybody that is highly judgemental of Tedd isn't going to get any useful work done with him.  Ed Verres ought to understand that at least.

Well, it is standard procedure...

Good luck, Prof. And take good care of yourself.

I used to make up some games to play with the players, though they never knew about it. One time I rolled a D20 behind the screen every minute, made some appropriate (or inappropriate in some cases) noises and jotted down the result on a pad behind the screen and calculated the running average. The players soon noticed about the time roll and that I was obviously taking detailed notes. Soon they started worrying about what was going on that they didn't know about. When some one eventually asked about it I just said that it was nothing to worry about, it probably wouldn't kill them. When they got a bit antsy I started making this roll openly, but I still didn't tell them anything about why, and for some strange reason this freaked them out even more. There's no pleasing some players...

 

Please do. I'd appreciate it.

Because my cheap, "we don't use insurance but are still cheaper than most Plan D places" pharmacy was out of one drug I needed for the change over I start the change Friday night.  The only possible issue is after 3 days when I am off of Lamictal I might have a seizure even though I'm not taking it for seizures.  I'll keep you posted.

/* cue Star Wars opening theme */

Since a large part of the point of this place is to let out steam and to descend into occasional silliness, I don't think anyone will mind.
And once again, you are welcome. I hope the new chapter will also include a new hope.

So the comics and racks on the wall stayed still.  The young customers were put into different positions, but our point of view observing the nerds remained stationary relative to them.  Thus making it look like the world was spinning around them when they were actually in motion.
I doubt those two twerps have ever seen "Royal Wedding".  Probably they've never even heard of Fred Astaire
 

I'm back. So is my back. My back is back, I mean. My back and I are back. /* Oh, let it go, let it go ... */
Mrs. Prof is thankful for your kind words and likes. Not quite so thankful for me being a tad grouchy, but I'm the one who had a needle stuck in his spine. I call dibs.
Anyway, the CT myelogram is done. It almost didn't get done. Hit a pair of road blocks along the way.
First road block was the IV—took 'em three tries to get it started, although they started the second attempt anyway. I now have a nice purple map of Kentucky inside my right elbow as a result.
Second road block was my laryngospasm coughing. I've discovered that it really gets worse when I'm flat on my back. Guess what they did to me? Yep, flat out, right before the doctor interviewed me for the procedure. Set off all kinds of red alerts. For a while, I didn't know if they were going to do the procedure or call it off. They eventually got me off my back, onto my stomach, and onto some oxygen. They then timed me between coughs. Once I was down to five minutes between coughs, the doctor decided it'd be safe.
Fortunately, those were the only road blocks. They shaved my back, gave me some fentanyl and another drug whose name I don't remember, and proceeded to stick the needle between the bones of my spinal column. They didn't fully anesthetize me, since I had to roll around for the second (CT) part of the procedure. Still, I wasn't freaked out—the sedative cocktail was enough to let me be interested in what was going on during the procedure and not worried at all about it.
They wheeled me into the recovery room after they were done. First time I've been conscious when that's happened. Very interesting sensation, knowing where you're going and not being afraid of or anxious about it.
The pain from Sunday continued, even through the sedation. There was no real pain relief, since they couldn't give me enough fentanyl to do that without knocking me out. A post-op nurse got permission from a doctor to give me a hydrocodone pill in the recovery room.
I spent almost three hours in the recovery room. The time there was to make sure I didn't get an epidural headache, supposedly one of the worst you can get. I didn't get one. I did have a nasty bout of muscle spasms set in, for which Mrs. Prof punched the nurse call button. The nurse determined I was getting a bit hypothermic. She must have piled a half dozen warm blankets on top of me. Even brought one in for Mrs. Prof.
I had one small scary moment as they were discharging me. They wanted to make sure I could go to the bathroom, so they wheeled me over and let me go in. Mission accomplished, I stood in front of the sink and washed my hands. That's when the scary moment hit—a brief grey-out. It left me quickly enough so that I didn't fall over. I immediately left the bathroom and got back into the wheelchair before another grey-out hit.
Riding home was interesting. I had to sit lying on my side with the passenger seat all the way back to keep my head and back as flat as possible. You get a really interesting view of traffic out of a Honda Ridgeline going full speed on a major Interstate highway from that position.
We made it home in one piece, and I went straight to the sofa and got horizontal again. I was allowed brief periods of getting up for things like drinking, eating, and going to the bathroom, but otherwise I had to stay horizontal for 24 hours after the epidural needle went in. That period ended today at 12:34 p.m. CDT.
I'm taking it easy now, as instructed, not moving around much other than sitting at my laptop and getting caught up on a metric buttload of internet things. I need to call the pulmonologist's office soon. Ironically, they called the house to set up an appointment yesterday while I was in the waiting room at the hospital.
I'll be back at the spine team's office tomorrow at 2:15 p.m. CDT to find out if this whole odyssey was worth it. In the meantime, and I really mean this, thank you again for letting me track my progress, express my fears, vent my spleen, and just generally chronicle one of the more traumatic segments of my life.
I hope it wasn't boring.
 

Prof, once again, you are more than welcome. And no, you did not bore me. I am just hoping this will lead to some sort of movement in the right direction, i. e. towards less pain, better sleep and generally improved quality of life.

Hey you're a shapeshifter.  Flirting is always an option...

Clearly she needs a Handbag of Holding!

Cooking the books to show a prophet...

Feel free to vent or dump here.  Line up music and other environmental factors to tide you over...

When you nebulize, do you experience any star formation?

Sorry, couldn't resist...