Comedy routines better than debate

This is amazing & hilarious. Obama's humor was more outrageous, and I thought he was much funnier, but McCain surprised me with his ability to deliver a joke as well. Both of them were totally better than SNL's joke writers.

http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/10/16/221811/20/481/633104

I thought he seemed pretty sincere in his closing remarks, too, about respecting Obama.

In the closing remarks Obama's focus on people and their lives kicked ass. Certainly kicked the ass of McCain's rhetoric about the unborn.

Walking

I spent a good bit of my trip using my wheelchair and had to wheel huge long distances. Felt very athletic. My arm muscles and upper back are insanely huge so that most of my shirts don't fit. I'm not walking so well though. I tried to walk a couple of blocks yesterday down Haight to get my shoes fixed. Such a mistake! I nearly stopped a bike policeman and asked him to get my wheelchair for me from my car because I wasn't sure if I could make it on only the cane. Instead I stopped and just waited for my leg to behave better. This, after I had been feeling sort of okay to the point where I started doubting I was really crippled enough for even the crutches. After all, I can walk around the house okay now. I feel like people think I'm malingering or faking it for attention. Instead, I think maybe I've been pushing too hard and walking too much too fast. And being on the crutches so much makes my hands hurt quite a lot, all the time. I don't feel ready to go back to a doctor or a neurology clinic. I'm scared of a spinal tap. won't I just get better gradually? Maybe I am. It's so slow though. Facing up to this made me cry a lot yesterday in the car.

A bad evening and night of hurting a lot. Legs cramping and my right foot not working right. Like foot drop. Maybe will try a leg brace. I am cranky and a little bit bitter in an unpleasant way right now.

The ALS social worker finally called me (from January! idiots...). I explained I was undiagnosed, and she told me then I can't be in their support group. Uhhhh whatever I could easily have been dead by now if I had had ALS! I can't believe they call me 10 months later to tell me I need a diagnosis to use their services! DUH... I know! Things like this are filing me with annoyance and hate when usually I would just kind of shrug and laugh. I don't feel quite myself and I'm not sure why. I asked the social worker for some kind of generic "disability" support group referral and she said she shouldn't (since i'm not her case any more since i have no diagnosis) but she would look for one and call me back. That made me feel a little better, though I'm not sure if such a group exists or would help me at all.

In general emotionally the last couple of days I feel like a wounded beast that wants to crawl into a cave and hide.

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Resolved

Okay, I'm going to jump back into the diagnostic pit of hell. Just a little.

Staffnord neuro clinic:
new patient appt 650-725-5792
It is physician referral only.
* Must get dr. to call the neuro resident on call.
* Then, have the dr. fax to 723-6002; with a letter, name, phone, date of birth, insurance info and an authorization.
* Then wait for neuro patient intake to call.

Going to see my GP next tuesday at 3pm.

The social worker hasn't called me back yet. But the thought of her being so nice made me take heart. I cried a bunch on zond-7 and then declared half a day off work. My friend hazelbroom gave me a massage. I drove home in sort of a weepy daze. Then I fell asleep.

I still feel like there's no point. I can do phys therapy exercises by myself in bed. Physical therapy itself mostly would exhaust me and was torture -- especially ice, traction, tens - all horrible. Well. I'm trying it anyway. Then, maybe if I get a really nasty low point, they will already have me set up in their system.

I will refuse any nerve conduction studies or newfangled injections-into-the-painful-places!

Can't decide whether to go back to the other neuro who misdiagnosed me.

Tired

I feel like hell - so tired - so achey - Maybe this is PMS? Or Getting a cold? or both? on top of the general troubles.

Moody. Tired of being myself.