Aug 25, 2007 00:13
Last week Tracy came back to work and we spent 4 hours together for visitation - it was utterly wonderful. The odd thing was, the line about the homeless guy in Sarah Silverman's stand-up kept running through my head and so I kept screeching, "I want some pusssehhhh" over and over to the annoyance and amusement of us both. Seriously, though, gimme that pusseh.
Earlier this week I finally went back to the doctor about my itchy legs - Doc was like ummm is this the same stuff you had in April? Yup. Ok it's eczema, here's a shot of cortizone in the ass and start taking these pills on Friday. So this morning, following the instructions on the Z-Pac of methoprednisolone I took 2 when I got up and then proceeded to get loopy at IHOP over lunch with my mom. It was borderline panic attack. However several hours later when it started wearing down a bit and I got used to it then it was like mmmmm speed. There's nothing like methamphetamines. This whole day has made me miss my days of taking handfulls of trucker speed and not eating. And as the day has worn on I've kept taking them (as per the instructions, don't get all concerned) and feeling much better.