Life is a Highway
Feb. 15th, 2008 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prosodicAfter my doctor appointment (which ran long because I waited almost 45 minutes after my appointment time until the doctor saw me) and a quick lunch here at home, Lance and I ventured out to McChord. He wanted to take the Mazda. So I let him drive it for the first time. He test drove one when we first went to the dealership. But he has never driven MY Mazda.
I think he was enjoying it almost a little too much. Except for the traffic. The traffic was horrible. So he never did get to really test the cruise control all that much. Too much stop and go.
Fortunately, our exit was about half a mile down the freeway from the jack-knifed semi that was jamming up traffic, so we were able to make an escape. My car is now registered at the base. And even though our entire reason for going there proved to be fruitless, we at least picked up a few groceries that I had need of and we got all the mail that accumulated in our box since last weekend.
So now...will start dinner here shortly. Then an evening stripping wallpaper. Then maybe some reading and some paper journaling and some television watching.
As for my doc appointment, that seemed almost pointless too. She upped my dosage of the anti-anxiety meds that I'm on, since the current dosage did absolutely nothing. She said if the double dose works better, then just save the pills only for high-anxiety situations (job interviews were the specific situations we were concerned about). She also put me on Elavil (again) to help me sleep. I told her about my issues with Elavil last time, but she put me on a very low dose. So we'll see how I do with that. I'm paying this time to experiment with these pills, so these better work.
I think he was enjoying it almost a little too much. Except for the traffic. The traffic was horrible. So he never did get to really test the cruise control all that much. Too much stop and go.
Fortunately, our exit was about half a mile down the freeway from the jack-knifed semi that was jamming up traffic, so we were able to make an escape. My car is now registered at the base. And even though our entire reason for going there proved to be fruitless, we at least picked up a few groceries that I had need of and we got all the mail that accumulated in our box since last weekend.
So now...will start dinner here shortly. Then an evening stripping wallpaper. Then maybe some reading and some paper journaling and some television watching.
As for my doc appointment, that seemed almost pointless too. She upped my dosage of the anti-anxiety meds that I'm on, since the current dosage did absolutely nothing. She said if the double dose works better, then just save the pills only for high-anxiety situations (job interviews were the specific situations we were concerned about). She also put me on Elavil (again) to help me sleep. I told her about my issues with Elavil last time, but she put me on a very low dose. So we'll see how I do with that. I'm paying this time to experiment with these pills, so these better work.