My dad used to say

if it wasn't for bad luck he'd have no luck at all. I don't usually buy into defeatist mantras but on a day like today I think I understand him.

I'm still sick. My extra medication is lovely but it only reduces pain and allows me to walk to the bathroom instead of run. I've yet to sleep more than 2 hours uninterupted since I started taking it. I called my specialist and his receptionist said I can't see him before November 23 (2005!). I told her that won't do and explained my situation. She can't do anything at the moment because the doctor is on vacation. I'll hear back next week.

I called my family doctor who is also away today. He'll be in tomorrow morning so I have to wait another day to get more help which I badly need. At some points I need to visit the washroom every ten minutes. I hope I'm doing better when I have to go pick up D from work or else he's going to have a long walk ahead of him.