I'm sorry, Atropa. Did your PCP recommend a migraine specialist?
She sent me info on one, so I'm going to do research. I also found a highly rated specialist, but as he has his own private clinic, he doesn't take health insurance. So it would be pay out of pocket and get my insurance to reimburse me, which I hate dealing with.
All the more to deal with when your head hurts! Our healthcare system is so awful.
~~~ma, Atropa
My mom had anchovies for lunch but they weren't, like, cured. They were canned but not all concentrated and salty. I don't think I've seen that before. There are some left I could try but I think I'm afraid.
Timelies all!
Sorry about the migraine, Atropa.
Tomorrow we are flying down to Austin to visit Mr. S.(and have off-campus visits)
Meanwhile, our furnace isn't working and my Bluetooth mouse seems to have given up the ghost. Sigh...it's always something.
so sorry about the migraine.
Sheryl, isn't that a drag?
Today is Matilda's birthday! If you were around to read the original announcement of her birth then you are 20 years further on now.
She is not a teenager; she's a twentysomething.
Not sure if I actually read that, but I'll trust you Hec. (I do remember some early postings about fascination with toes--I'll assume that doesn't come up anymore, unless in a chemical context a girl wouldn't share with her parents.)
I love that we have been together to watch her progress over the decades, plural! You and JZ raised a remarkable young woman.
Pink sparkly hearts everywhere!
Happy belated birthday, Matilda!
I'm in DTW on an annoyingly long layover (almost 3 hours since my other flight got in early) and have reached the Am I Hungry Or Just In An Airport stage of travel. (Closely related to the mental state Am I In The Mood To Day Drink Or Am I Just In An Airport)