i get knocked down but i get up again you ain't ever going to keep me down
Didn't post this morning or last night d/t going to the doctor and switching to Celexa (mostly because of the primary side effect of $37 co-pay, although I was also not enamored with the way I would take deep sighing breaths for no reason and also the headaches and RAM failure and leg twitching ... plus a sudden craving for nicotine above and beyond OH GOD WORK IS CRAZY I WANT A CIGARETTE, which was very unnerving) which means I am going off the Effexor. Did you know that Effexor is actually kind of famous for being difficult to get off of? Twitchy bugs, so awesome. ._.
I'm doing better today but I am still not feeling 100%, or even 50%. (Waking up this morning was epic, in the 'it's eleven am and the dog is giving me the "dude, wtf" look and I still don't want to get out of bed' way.) Mother has solemnly prescribed essential oils in lotion including frankincense, clove and bergamot and has also procured double bergamot Earl Grey tea for consumption by crazy child. Crazy child has reflected that it can't very well hurt and likes bergamot anyway, so has equally solemnly applied lotion all day and is drinking tea. Crazy child is also seriously considering putting sticky notes everywhere that say things like I AM GOING TO GET BETTER as a note to self.
(Yes, I was only on it for two weeks. But apparently I got used to it again really quickly.)
I was a little annoyed at the doctor's office because I got there for an 11am appointment and didn't get seen until like, 11:50 and then I had to go get Mom's meds at Safeway and fill the Celexa at Walmart (I have no idea what unholy relationship Walmart and the drug company have, and frankly I'm not asking about it as long as I can pay $4 for a month's supply of crazy pills). I did however get the rest of a knit row done on Seraphim and most of a purl row done! It's beginning to look like a pattern, I think. I still want to die every time I think "I only have fifty more rows to go!" Oh well, I forge bravely on. One stitch at a time, sweet Jesus.
A-anyway. Now that your eyes are glazed over from my boring issues, I am delighted to report that ickaimp is a good person and wrote more awesome involving Kagami being clueless. :D :D :D
I really want to write an awful fic where Akashi has nightmares and nothing really happens but he's like, Wow, I have people again. (Boukenger won a cookie for actually having a reasonable excuse for BoukenRed's retarded tendency to go HEY I SHOULD GO ON A SUICIDE MISSION IT'LL BE FUN.) Hmm.
I'm doing better today but I am still not feeling 100%, or even 50%. (Waking up this morning was epic, in the 'it's eleven am and the dog is giving me the "dude, wtf" look and I still don't want to get out of bed' way.) Mother has solemnly prescribed essential oils in lotion including frankincense, clove and bergamot and has also procured double bergamot Earl Grey tea for consumption by crazy child. Crazy child has reflected that it can't very well hurt and likes bergamot anyway, so has equally solemnly applied lotion all day and is drinking tea. Crazy child is also seriously considering putting sticky notes everywhere that say things like I AM GOING TO GET BETTER as a note to self.
(Yes, I was only on it for two weeks. But apparently I got used to it again really quickly.)
I was a little annoyed at the doctor's office because I got there for an 11am appointment and didn't get seen until like, 11:50 and then I had to go get Mom's meds at Safeway and fill the Celexa at Walmart (I have no idea what unholy relationship Walmart and the drug company have, and frankly I'm not asking about it as long as I can pay $4 for a month's supply of crazy pills). I did however get the rest of a knit row done on Seraphim and most of a purl row done! It's beginning to look like a pattern, I think. I still want to die every time I think "I only have fifty more rows to go!" Oh well, I forge bravely on. One stitch at a time, sweet Jesus.
A-anyway. Now that your eyes are glazed over from my boring issues, I am delighted to report that ickaimp is a good person and wrote more awesome involving Kagami being clueless. :D :D :D
I really want to write an awful fic where Akashi has nightmares and nothing really happens but he's like, Wow, I have people again. (Boukenger won a cookie for actually having a reasonable excuse for BoukenRed's retarded tendency to go HEY I SHOULD GO ON A SUICIDE MISSION IT'LL BE FUN.) Hmm.