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Wednesday, 5 April 2023

Didn't sleep because stupid anger and a sore arm

I got my bivalent COVID booster and my flu shot yesterday.  Both in the left arm, so it ached last night and still isn't feeling great this evening.


Not much going on in my life except for being too fucking busy and having nothing to show for it.

Stag Do was on Sunday.  Was just nerds sitting around chatting and tasting fancy Kapiti Coast gins.  On the way there I had finally dropped off the Lego helicopter for Oli's spawn's birthday - about a month late.

Being down on the final reduction of the pain meds before I stop them entirely, especially on the second week of the drop, means things are fairly shit.  Everything hurts rather a lot.

The anger I mentioned in the title is about my pharmacist tweaking my meds in a way I think she thought was helpful but I have realised is actually going to be a pain in the arse.  I suspect if I explain she will probably undo it - but I shouldn't have to.  I didn't give her permission to overrule my GP, especially when she did it based on misinformed assumptions and without asking.  And it has me pissed off.

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