Climbing The Walls
Monday. Up early, to breakfast at the usual place arriving while it was still dark, back to the apartment. A call to Nikon support to describe the intermittent problem I've had on three or four occasions with the D3, the suggestion given to update the firmware on the camera. Odd, I thought I had the latest upgrade, but they sent me a link to the latest and now it's sitting in the camera. I'm guessing something else is happening, but let's hope this resolves the problem. Please.
I order the magic little pain pills for the head-sinus thing through a mail order pharmacy and it takes a few days from the time I place the order for them to arrive. So Friday morning I ordered a refill, noticing I was getting pretty damned low. This morning I thought, well, I feel pretty good, I'll skip taking them and see how the day goes. Along about noon I realized whatever was happening with the head-sinus thing wasn't good and maybe it had to do with the pills, so I took the standard dose. OK, an hour later, things are better. But, um, I have exactly one half dose remaining, something I'll probably take tomorrow morning and then I'll be out. Out. What do they say about pain killing drugs? I'm sitting here worrying what will I do when I run out? Maybe Ibuprofen. I have Ibuprofen. Maybe I can make due until the refill arrives. When the refill arrives. When will the refill arrive?
Does the term “addiction” come to mind?
They've told me this stuff is designed to be used over the long term without addiction, it's not an opiate or whatever else it is that gets you hooked. What comes to mind is this head-sinus thing which, although better, the vertigo aspects are pretty much gone, is still far from wonderful. Just a thought. Now, when will that refill arrive?
Later. My, my. The mail came and what do you suppose was inside the large grey plastic envelope with my name on it but a bottle of those swell pills I was suggesting might not arrive until the week was older and I was climbing the walls?