...well, drugs and rock n roll, at least.

Did I mention that my chest hurts? Yeah, once or twice maybe.

Well, I relented and went to see the doctor the other day. I do not have broken ribs. I do not have cracked ribs. Big phweew to both of those. What I have is:
Strained intercostal muscles and probably a minor detachment of the lining of my left lung.

So. I'm not sure how you feel about this, but the words "detachment of the lining" of any lung doesn't sound minor to me. Not a bit. So the doc prescribed me some meds, but -- well, they cost $200 and it'd be more painful for me to spend that than live with the irritation in my chest.

While I was there I asked about my insomnia, and if anything could be done.

Medication. Hurrah. No, not ambien, I mentioned that I was slightly depressed lately (you haven't read my blog?) so the good doctor wasted no time in prescribing me trazodone.

Trazodone is a mild sedative and anti-depressant. I'm currently taking 1/4 of my dose, and it's working well for the sleep. Let's see how it works over the next few days. I don't know that I really want it for depression/anxiety, but anything that cuts the unending chatter in my head is welcome. It's not that I don't want to feel what I'm feeling, I just don't want what I'm feeling to be debilitating, and it has been, especially this week.

In other news, I've been playing with iMovie, making user guides for company.com.

Next week we'll be at a trade show, and I made a 2-minute video for that -- I'll post a link to it after the trade show ends, but it's pretty cool. And yes, that's me saying so myself.

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