if Teppy stops by, or anyone who has Ativan knowledge, any thoughts on the drug? It's to apply to anxiety as needed. a half dose knocked us both out last night (though we were pretty exhausted to begin with) so I don't know if Tom can take a dose and then drive, or what. I guess we'll play it safe until we get a better feel for how it affects him.
His dr. also called another prescription in for an every day anti-anxiety/anti-d thing, but I don't know what it is. They orginally wanted to prescribe Effexor but Tom didn't want that one. So there's a mystery drug at the pharmacy...
MY mom takes it daily for anxiety and drives...but she's also been taking it for 80 zillion years (agoraphobia). So I would wait on the driving.
Suck on your crazy diamond
Ha!
Someday I'm going to write a fantasy story using drug brand-names for the characters. Cymbalta is the elven princess, Ativan is the noble woodsman. Effexor is his horse. Zoloft is the evil wizard, and Wellbutrin is the coastal city they live in. Ritalin is a young female thief and street rat, and Prozac is the crotchety old sage.
Vicodin is the Big Bad.
Celexa is the hooker with a heart of gold.
Ambien is the weird clairvoyant mageling.
And Aspirin is the young peasant boy who gets vaught up in all the crazy hijinks and turn out to be the missing heir, Aceteminopen.
grr arrg
Right now I hate my iPod.
I was trying to think of personalities for the two meds I take, but I'm boring.
Maybe they're generic stock characters? Jolly innkeeper? Henchmen? Minions of Vicodin?
I have to go clean out my car, and then spend the day at the pool with my friends. My life today is so tragic.
I just talked to my nephews on the phone. I wanted to tell David that there is a new Kim Possible episode on tonight. He already knew about it, but we had a nice talk anyway. Then he put Jimmy on the phone and got him to tell me all him new words "apple" and "hi" were the ones I could actually understand, and he repeated them for me many times. So cute.
I woke up early after tossing and turning and not getting much sleep. (And keeping ND from sleeping too. Bad Girlfriend.) For some reason I felt oddly alert, so I showered, got dressed, did my make-up and resolved to Be Productive.
The exhaustion just hit me. I could go back to sleep for an hour or so, but then I'd wake up rumpled and smeary-faced. I could try to make myself work, but I'm so incoherent all of a sudden that I question how apt my grading would be. Clearly I need a time machine to go back to when I first woke up and make myself go back to sleep for awhile.
Um, it's 8:30 pm here. On June 10th.
June 10th is my and R's 15th wedding anniversary.
Yeah.
We just looked at each other and laughed. R said "Did you get me the same thing I got you?" To which I replied, "I sure hope so."
