Between allergies, dizzies, and prepping for hub to travel next week, I've been out of commission for phone sex. Boo!
When I can work, I tend to not try out new anti-vertigo medications, in case they're counter-productive. But since I haven't been productive anyway, I thought I'd try the next one in line.
So I've been trying my 34th medication: phenobarbital, which is a horse tranquilizer. It is prescribed for anti-seizure, anti-anxiety, and as a sleep aid, so it definitely mellows out brains. It certainly isn't a cure-all, but I'm experimenting with motion and visual stimulation to see if maybe I can use it for trips, or to movies, or something.
The funniest effect, though, is that I Do. Not. Care. About anything. I think someone could punch me in the stomach, and I would respond approximately, "Whoa. Uncool." and then go back to staring at a virtual fish tank on my iPhone.
I will stop experimenting with it when it's time to get back to work (hoping for Friday, but I've been wrong before), and then I'll return to my perfectionist, high-strung, driven self.
On the up side, at least I'm not worried about traffic returning... I'll probably freak out about that on Saturday, but not yet. It'll happen. Everything will be fine. The Dude abides, right?
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