The narcolepsy meds arrived in today’s mail. Let us all give thanks for our blessings, since this means I won’t be driving unmedicated and I won’t be staggering through the day half-asleep. For those who aren’t familiar with the impact of narcolepsy, without meds I operate roughly at the level of someone coming off about Read More…

According to the mail order pharmacy it’s been shipped. It just hasn’t reached our mailbox yet. I’m managing at work – thankfully we’re not in one of the crazy-times, because I don’t think I could manage that. The rather more sedate pace I’ve got at the moment is challenging enough. Not helped by the shortage Read More…

No meds yet. According to the mail order pharmacy, they’ve been shipped. So I’m counting the days as it were. Meanwhile, expect snark. This kind of low-grade headache + tired + fuzzy-head means my “suitable for society” filters are gone, which in turn means I will say precisely what I think without bothering to try Read More…

The constant tiredness I can live with. That’s quasi-normal for a narcoleptic anyway. It’s the way I’ve got a semi-permanent low-grade headache and feel like my head’s been stuffed with cotton wool that I hate most. It totally screws with my reaction time and perceptions So yeah, the DEA can collectively fuck itself with a Read More…

I’m narcoleptic. This means I need medication to be more or less awake during the day. Said medication is one of the more heavily restricted ones – not as bad as Xyrem, which I’ve avoided because of the difficulties being on a medication that’s functionally GHB (including heaven help you if you’re ever found with Read More…

Actually, he was quite content being lord of all he surveyed, despite the way he looks with the shaved fur.  

The Bugger-cat had his ultrasound today – much to his disgust. Not only was he not allowed to eat for the whole morning before the trip, The Husband bundled him into the cat carrier and put him in the car (I’m told he was quite operatic about it), and then The Husband couldn’t tell the Read More…

I must be getting old. Older, anyway. Lately I’m finding that I’m not able to do anything remotely useful on Saturdays because I spend the whole day in a kind of half-asleep daze. This really sucks because it leaves me with just Sunday to get anything done before the weekend is over and I’m focused Read More…

Despite rather a lot of evidence to the contrary I keep sliding back into thinking/believing that I’m relatively normal. Then something happens and I’m reminded once again that not only am I not remotely normal, I don’t even fake it terribly well. I can just about manage SF-geek-and-computer-nerd-normal, if you don’t look too close, but Read More…

When I was growing up in Australia, Anzac Day (April 25) was the day to commemorate those who had served their nation in war, especially those who had given everything. Here, it’s today, Memorial Day. In that spirit, I’ll let the Ode to the Fallen, as I remember it recited every Anzac Day for many Read More…