Degrees. Fahrenheit. Blow the official readings, that's what I got while I was in my blissfully cool air conditioned car on my way home from work.
Gah.
Oh. And my psychopharmacologist added another dose of one of my existing meds to the tally and handed me a script for Valium. "It's good for muscle pain." I got this as a reward for being -really and truly - very prudent with the Oxycontin.
When I told him about the three or four months since I've seen him, he drew back his chin. "Wow," he said. "That's a lot in three months."
You think? You freakin' think?
Yes sir. That is a lot. Now give me my Valium and nobody gets hurt.
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