As an honor to my late grandmother, and a good marker in my pain life. This was the first doctor that ever believed me and started writing me scripts. He eventually started giving me regular scripts for Vicodin and really helped me. Shortly after meeting him I moved far away, but we still keep in touch over email and I actually see him on occasions that I return to St. Louis.

My grandmother on my father’s side died on Thursday.

I am still unemployed.

Also on Thursday, I had an appointment with my usual clinic doctor. Apparently, the clinic was taken over by some other “network” or whatever the organizations are, and there was a new doctor. And he was awesome. I ran through my history, and mentioned the possibility of dural ecstasia due to Marfan’s syndrome, and he ran out and got like three textbooks and ran back in and sat down and talked to me like I was his best friend. He made an appointment for me with a cardiologist (though it’s quite far away; October 22nd) and gave me a prescription for tramadol and told me to call back in a week to see if it was working. Unfortunately it’s not, so I guess I’ll try to find some way to say that without appearing ungrateful for the medicine. Maybe this guy will actually figure things out. It sure would be nice.