Archive for June, 2008
Deals, Deals, Deals!
Sunday, June 29th, 2008I’m finally starting to feel less high, which is decidedly good, since staring at walls is not exactly the most socially acceptable activity. I’m still pretty spacey, but not so much that I feel at one with Keith Richards.
I did go to the handbag party, scoring a pretty fucking sweet fake Dolce and Gabbana […]
They’ll Stone You When You’re At The Neurologist.
Friday, June 27th, 2008So last night I started the double dose of seizure medication and also the fentanyl patch.
Jesus Christ, am I stoned. STONED. I didn’t even go to kickboxing, because frankly the Jell-O I am walking through would have made things rather challenging. Left hook? Hell, I can’t even get my left arm […]
At The Neuro.
Thursday, June 26th, 2008“I read your 48-hour EEG. There are spikes indicating that when you pass out you are actually having small seizures.”
“Well that clears that up.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry. I’m having a sarcastic moment. So what do we do?”
“I’m going to increase your Topamax (Dopamax, Stupamax) and give you narcotic patches for the pain.”
“Great. Bring on the drugs. Medicate […]
And Swoop.
Tuesday, June 24th, 2008One of the things about depression/bipolar/whateverthefuckiswrongwithmyhead that I have really had the hardest time dealing with is that it strikes without warning and it strikes hard.
I’m on meds, both bipolar and antidepressant. I’ve rarely been off of some sort of psychological medication since about 1992. There’s great stigma attached to saying such a […]
Copy Of Outgoing E-Mail.
Monday, June 23rd, 2008To: Dad
Re: Barack Obama
Dear Dad,
In response to the thirty-five e-mails you have sent me re: Barack Obama, you are absolutely right. I have now seen the light. Obama is a sleeper. He is a flag-burning wing nut who spits on veterans and sings “Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog” while the rest of us good Americans are […]
Someone Pead In Our Pool.
Thursday, June 19th, 2008The pool has been open for two weeks. Two weeks of swimming, frolicking with inner tubes, kids tracking water through the house, merriment. I sit outside and read or drink beers with my friend from kickboxing when she brings her kids over. It’s been a slice.
Yesterday I walked outside to find that the pool […]
Hi, How Are You, Don’t Look At Me.
Wednesday, June 18th, 2008I am going to a wedding on Saturday.
It is rare that I attend any social function these days, not because I am worried about falling down due to Heartfuck or because I am rife with headaches due to Fuckbrain, but because I am suffering from a far more insidious problem - I am fat.
Lord, am […]
My Body, It Is Tired.
Wednesday, June 11th, 2008As if I were not working out enough, I am now undergoing physical therapy three times a week for my back and neck.
Yesterday I went for the evaluation, which was quite the interesting experience. I was first plunked down in front of a computer and told to fill out a questionnaire.
Please rate your pain […]
A Pretty Gym Bunny I Am Not.
Friday, June 6th, 2008I have, in the past, been a member of that gym that rhymes with Rally’s and features hot, ripped, tan, oiled bodies in its commercials. This is, of course why I went: not to become one of said hot, ripped, tan, oiled bodies, but to ogle them.
I love watching other people work out, which is […]
I am Omni-Mom.
Wednesday, June 4th, 2008It is June and once again I am insured, thanks be to Medicare Part D! I am quite thankful, because although samples fulfilled most of my medication needs I have been without both pain medication and sleeping pills. This has left me one crabby, backachy, wide-awake “sumuma”, to coin a Bernie Mac-ism.
A lot […]
