wasted day, unfinished Dawn...
...but yet Dawn has forgiveness for the sins men wrought on he.
Nice.
Anyway, I did little writing, little of anything creative yesterday, following a night when I awakened at 3:00 AM & the next at 4:00. Not even 4:20. (I could use a submarine right now.) I felt so tired, & the headache wouldn't go away; then I looked at Dawn: ermine furs; strike, dear mistress... it was as chaff.
I think I'm depressed. Either that or the meds are functioning too effectively & I'm enthymic again. In any case, Seroquel numbed me out, & I need to return once more to the burning of the Brain Stone: a new chemical philosophy, the celebration of the lizard. Phoenix enthralled.
It's because Lunesta doesn't work worth a damn. Now CCRx wants me back on Ambien, albeit a generic Ambien, another drug that doesn't work.
I'm getting sick & tired of taking sleeping meds that don't work & have the insurance only pay for those ones.
Wednesday we travel to Electric City, where I'll make my case for a simpler, more effective set of meds. Less is more, & the upper & lower, left & right...
Mirrors!
The court of the Crimson King.
Today is another day off for Trish, about her EKG. We're trying to get Medicaid to pay for the trip, as Car-girl's training is until 3:00. If nothing else, we'll be getting our new dryer this afternoon. One less thing for Trish to have anxiety about.
Blood pressure was normal last nite; high this morning. Want to have Dominique (sun a lay to say shun tone) research my stuff to see if any of the meds I take at bedtime could be amping up my circulatory system.
Though it'll probably hit the recycle bin, I'll write after I finish this blog. Vangie is a waste of time, just like:
Nice.
Anyway, I did little writing, little of anything creative yesterday, following a night when I awakened at 3:00 AM & the next at 4:00. Not even 4:20. (I could use a submarine right now.) I felt so tired, & the headache wouldn't go away; then I looked at Dawn: ermine furs; strike, dear mistress... it was as chaff.
I think I'm depressed. Either that or the meds are functioning too effectively & I'm enthymic again. In any case, Seroquel numbed me out, & I need to return once more to the burning of the Brain Stone: a new chemical philosophy, the celebration of the lizard. Phoenix enthralled.
It's because Lunesta doesn't work worth a damn. Now CCRx wants me back on Ambien, albeit a generic Ambien, another drug that doesn't work.
I'm getting sick & tired of taking sleeping meds that don't work & have the insurance only pay for those ones.
Wednesday we travel to Electric City, where I'll make my case for a simpler, more effective set of meds. Less is more, & the upper & lower, left & right...
Mirrors!
The court of the Crimson King.
Today is another day off for Trish, about her EKG. We're trying to get Medicaid to pay for the trip, as Car-girl's training is until 3:00. If nothing else, we'll be getting our new dryer this afternoon. One less thing for Trish to have anxiety about.
Blood pressure was normal last nite; high this morning. Want to have Dominique (sun a lay to say shun tone) research my stuff to see if any of the meds I take at bedtime could be amping up my circulatory system.
Though it'll probably hit the recycle bin, I'll write after I finish this blog. Vangie is a waste of time, just like:
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