This weak (sic) has been full of excitement. Thanks to the surgery which left me doped pretty much all week, I’ve gotten far less done than I wanted to. This is right down to having to push off an appointment from Friday to Monday as well as completely missing important mail from my land lady. [...]
The office has a nice tranquil room to let the drugs take over. At this point I am vaguely relaxed and laid back. The room has a lounge with a nice tribal-like blanket, an air purifier, several mood candles and a machine playing ocean sounds. For my last procedure while I was here they gave [...]
I do not consider myself one to experiment with narcotics. But I do consider myself open-minded, observant, and philosophical about experiences. Today I got to discover sedation dentistry and the kind and loving assistance of Triazolam. I went from normal to drunken stumbling fool in a period of an hour. The drug took about 30 [...]
Tues/Thurs was the worst of this infestation. Which was really weird because I was utterly down for the count both days yet was functional in the office on Wednesday. Very weird.
Despite my hatred of the growing police state we live in, I signed away my life for some Pseudophedrine. The only think that kicks the crap out of severe congestion and flu for me.
The reason you have to sign for it now, is because some morons decided it was a great substance with which to make methamphetimines. And since the current US government treats its people as more likely to commit a crime than be honest, the drugs are no longer over the counter.
Amphetamines were known by another term in the 70s. Speed. Pseudophedrine is in fact related to amphetamines.
Which leads me back to this post.
We got in from Avenue Q last night around 11:30. I pretty much fell over in exhaustion congested to the back of my head at midnight. But not before taking to Pseudophedrine. At about 2:45 I woke up. Jittery and WIDE AWAKE.
This is not going to be very conducive for the rest of my day or weekend. I'm solo parenting "a" this afternoon and evening while "H" does mass. I obviously must be awake and focussed. This is humous while I sit here on a Saturday before 6am scratching at the feeling of the hair on my arms because I feel slightly like a strung out junky.
I suppose the good side of this is that I only get this wired on the stuff when it's reaching the end of its usefulness. Translation: If I take it easy today (and its a non-work day) I should be healthy by the time I go to sleep.
This would be exceedingly good because the mantra I have this weekend is, "When I awake tomorrow, Grecian travelers will be en route home."