October 19th, 2005

Tiki Island

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Ilsa: You're saying this only to make me go.
Rick: I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa: But what about us?
Rick: We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa: And I said I would never leave you...
Rick: And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Now, now... Here's looking at you kid.

Beautiful. No matter how many times I see it.

Wasted Day

So, went to see my doc today. I'm a stubborn cuss, and I don't go until I absolutely have to, but various things finally piled up enough to make me go. Back/knee pain, numbness and cramping in the hands, and my mental state. A whopping 15 minutes worth of seeing him, and all I got out of this was that the knee/back pain is just due to being overweight, so lose some...the hands are probably some muscle injury, so that'll just have to heal...and my mental state, well, he'll have me try something, and come back in a month to see what's going on with it.

Apparently, this cursory whammy was worth my two hours on the bus and the pain of walking around to and from. Thanks a fuckin' load, doc. Oh, and as a side note, the first thing he thought of for my mental thing was something with a side effect of weight gain; gee, maybe not a good idea, ya think?

I go back in a month to follow up, and if I don't get taken seriously any more than this, I'm changing doctors. This is bullshit. I'm not arguing with the notion that I need to drop some pounds, that's quite true...but I don't think that accounts for the increase lately in my pain, nor does it help me get around. As for my hands, the injuries were at the end of January, I'd like to think they've healed what they're gonna heal. As for the drugs...well, fuck. You know, I don't WANT to be on meds, but if they help, I guess it's worth a shot.

Frankly, this whole debacle has got me in a bad mood, now. I talked to Dianna about it, and finally decided to go ahead and give the meds a try for the month, and when I go back for the follow-up, she's going with me, and we're going to push again on the joint pain. If we still don't feel like he's taking it all seriously or something, then I'm changing doctors.
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