Ah, the doctor was actually much better this time. So now after many weeks of headaches and overall spacey-ness, I am on Cyprolex. At least, I think that’s how you spell it. The doctor was nice enough to not plow me with a year’s worth of perscriptions so that I didn’t have to pay a dispensing fee, but damn, keeping your brain healthy is EXPENSIVE!!!
I also had a long talk with the pharmacist about going completely off Effexor, and onto this other stuff, and I’ve got a pretty good program in place now to get me off Effexor while going onto Cyprolex. So, today on this new stuff I am feeling sort of the same as with Effexor, but in all reality it’s going to take a week for things to start taking effect.
Speaking of effects, it’s always my favourite thing to read off all the “possible side effects” when I get new medication. My favourite from this new one is “black, tarry stools.” That is so far beyond the safety zone of anal leakage I don’t even know what to do with myself. Plus, wouldn’t it be bad enough to experience one of those, say, a tarry stool, let alone the combination of basically shitting asphalt! Maybe I can pave someone’s driveway and make some extra cash. *TURN YOUR SYMPTOMS INTO COLD HARD CASH!!!*
I also enjoy when the information packet says “if you experience unusually long-lasting erections, please consult a physician.” I just want to walk into the pharmacy and explain that I’ve never had an erection before, but damn, this erection I got is lasting for hours! Maybe I’ll put a banana in my pants, too. Just for good measure.
Oh yes, and I also have a theory about Zelda’s little piddle party. She’s done this once before, but I figured something out: she has only peed like that when Steve has slept on the couch. Now, before you start thinking “ooooh, trouble in paradise!” I have to tell you that Steve is sick again, and was feeling like he was going to puke, and since puke is my ALL-TIME LEAST FAVOURITE THING, he was nice enough to just sleep on the couch so that if he barfed, he didn’t barf near me. He had to do this a few months ago too, and I’ll be damned if Zelda didn’t pee right in the same spot. Anyhow, from this, I concluded that Zelda thinks of Steve as her mate, and she gets pissed when he doesn’t come to bed because we all go to bed at the same time, so she thinks I have kicked Steve out of bed, gets mad at me, and pees on my side of the bed. Eh, eh???? Yes, I think she’s that smart. And that vindictive! She is a smart little pooch, so I think she’s actually got a serious thought process around peeing in the same spot on the bed.
In other news, IT IS SNOWING IN VANCOUVER RIGHT NOW! WTF?! I move from Calgary to escape the snow, and it follows me!!!!