ProfessorTomoe

Don't forget Red Dwarf and Rimmer's family's Seventh Day Advent Hoppists. Their bible had a misprint:

BTW, I just checked the dosage. I'm now taking 200mg of Topamax. Don't know how relevant that is.

I thank you. It's supposed to be a temporary step to deal with whatever the problem is on the right side of my back. The MRI I'm having Monday is supposed to pinpoint said problem so they can treat and, hopefully, heal said problem. I'm also hoping the MRI will give them a solution to treating the compression fracture I have in my L1 vertebra. That's another big pain source that's got worse since 2009 (Summer of 2009, not the winter when I had my gastric bypass disaster) and has made me unable to do anything around the house to help my wife. I can't even stand long enough to cook or barbecue, and those are things I used to love to do.

I started my 4-pill dose of Topamax this morning. I'm not sure what it's doing to me. I have a headache, I'm dizzy, I'm tired, and I have a bit of a problem concentrating. The latter is most annoying, since I've had to pre-register with the MRI place for Monday's exam and get Mrs. Prof to deal with their screwed-up financial department (they quoted us two different prices before agreeing to bill for the amount our insurance plan says our copay should be). I've got medicines waiting for me at CVS, but there's no way I could drive to get them in this state. I assume that's normal on my first day at this dosage.

Jeff Goldblum's name choice (New Jersey) was the most incongruously funny part of the movie, with the exception of the watermelon.

We don't get any higher than a 60% chance during that period. Looks like all of the wet stuff is going to stay north of D/FW during this round.

Eww. Crusting, it's called. Those are the worst. They'll eventually clear out, but the feeling (and the seeing) is gross while it's going on. You have my sympathies.

Okay, I counted my nighttime pills tonight. Total: 28, including two Sudafed pills that I normally don't take and not including a simethicone gas pill. I normally cut my Buspar pills in half because of my smaller stomach (gastric bypass), which would have given me 30 physical pills if I'd done it tonight. No heartburn, but plenty of gas. Most importantly, no nausea. However, earlier today while trying to eat breakfast (a bacon & cheese sandwich), I got a sudden burst of nausea and had to take a Zofran pill. This was a couple of hours after I'd taken my morning pills, with no heartburn and no gas. I don't know what to think at this point. My strategy at this point is as follows: get my MRI done on Monday, follow up on Friday, see my psych doctor the following Tuesday, and—if my nausea continues—see my doctor about the nausea and try to get a referral back to my gastroenterologist, which I'll have to shoehorn around an appointment on April 7th with an electrophysiologist. Phew.

That was the idea, yes. Without the narcolepsy.

That would actually be a good test for relationship: put both Susan and Diane in a room with Jeremy and see how he reacts.

Awwww. Poor tarantula. Yes, a few hours more life is a few hours more life, no arguing with that. I will not address the S&M club. Too many Abby Sciuto references possible there.

Sounds like an episode of "Dr. Jeff - Rocky Mountain Vet," what with the snout bell and all. I'm surprised you didn't have an infuser box.

No, the sushi went in the lederhosen. The slabs went under the hovercraft! How else would the eels get into it? <grumble grumble>

No complaints from me. I love worldbuilding to a fault. In fact, I'm having to write some of it out of a novel I'm trying to create. I've viewed comic strips as something apart from your standard literature. They tell a story, yes, but they tell a continuous story. I'm not in it for the ending of the strip: maybe for the ending of a plotline, but not for the strip itself. No, I'm in it to see how the characters live their lives, given the circumstances that affect them. When a strip ends, like "Candi" did recently, the characters effectively die, and to me that's a sad thing.

Mrs. Prof and I are about to partake of a Pizza Hut pizza: garlic-parmesan sauce, beef, meatballs, and red onions on top, Hut Favorite flavor on the crust. Got it for half off because the Dallas Mavericks won last night. For the record, garlic-parmesan sauce is surprisingly good on a pizza, in certain combinations. Quite a change from the boring tomato-based sauce.

Good speculation. No, I do not take the same mix of pills in the a.m. as I do in the p.m., mainly because my p.m. pills involve many that are geared toward helping me sleep. I also don't take certain pain medicines (e.g., Topamax) at night. The "sit up" time is roughly equivalent post-pill-taking time, minus the bulk of the daylight hours. I wash them down with a full glass of liquid, just as I do in the morning. I am not a tarantula.

She has been quite mute on the subject, if not downright indignant when asked. I gather that's because she wants to reserve the right to set the price on her terms at any time. Mrs. Prof wants me to remind all that she is a contract negotiator. She even negotiated how I described her job.

Yeah, ocelot of work for not much payback.

One thing I've wondered: why don't I get nausea from my morning pills? I mean, I take around 25 pills in the morning (to be around 26 on Thursday when my Topamax count goes up to four), so I should have just as many problems as I do at night. 'Tis a puzzlement.

Interesting side effect of ingesting the pill mountain tonight: brief heartburn. I've got a bit of deep gas, but that might be due to some Tex-Mex food my wife brought back from a meeting tonight that had raw jalapeños on top of it. No sign of nausea.

I apologize for ruining your evening meal.

Making backup copies takes a lot longer, took.

I got dragged to it by Scott Miller & George Broussard while out one night at E3 one year. Following your bosses usually resulted in fun at E3, but not that night. God, what an ear-smashingly loud movie. It deserved the Razzies it got.

Gotta agree with pollock vs. cod. Believe it or not, Long John Silver has been offering a Beer Batter Cod plate in these parts, and it's not overly greasy. Tastes great, and you get just enough of it. Much better than their usual fare, which comes from I don't know what. I actually prefer flatfish from the sea—crab-stuffed flounder is my favorite fish dish, while my son's is pretty much anything made with halibut. Tilapia is bleh and catfish is meh. For freshwater fish, give me panfish (a bluegill perch will do nicely any day), crappie, or bass. I'd prefer that someone else do the cleaning of the crappie or the bass, however.

She has been quite mute on the subject, if not downright indignant when asked. I gather that's because she wants to reserve the right to set the price on her terms at any time.