I've been off the mind meds for a while now. They stopped working for me last fall and when I tried new stuff, it twisted my poor brain into a knot. Damn that was a long, hard winter. Long.
But I have a new batch--a brand that just got approved this spring. It's just like some old stuff but better, smaller, faster., fewer side effects. OR maybe it's just a way for the company to keep raking in money, now that the old brand is going generic.
The new brown bottle is sitting in the row of brown medication bottles, next to my daily two blood pressure meds and the various tranquilizers, and the antibiotics that I used to have to take before going to the dentist that I can't bring myself to toss.
Despite the fact that I'm trapped in a maze (at least it's my maze and not designed by some rat scientist) and I still have crazy-as-a-loon episodes, I've put off taking the new stuff for another few days. And then another. I got it more than a month ago and it's all still there.
I've looked around the webs and this stuff isn't really for teh crazy, it's for teh sad. Also the hot flashes, but I'm not there yet. Much.
Maybe I'll have a dusty little shrine set up to pharmaceuticals. No worries, with the bp stuff, I'm still doing my part to maintain the wicked high pill popping stats of America. Scary, eh?
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Promo for books? Advancing a career? I don't think so. . . the nice thing about no blog traffic is I can take my foot of the brakes and just hit the pedal on any subject I want.
But we really should get back to Florence Stonebraker.