Archive for November 30th, 2008


Blessed be, my course is done! We talked about some rather useless things and if you can believe it PA, the obsessive note taker, only scratched down a few lines! Well, maybe more than a few but only out of sheer boredom.  So, Hallelujah!

However.  The final assignment is actually due in two weeks or less and can be emailed to the instructor.  You know what that means.  Little Miss “Dog-on-a-Bone” when she’s trying to fix something…you just know I’ll be back touching the damn thing within the next two weeks! Trying to tweak stuff…fix the things I couldn’t before.

And I said I was done with it and I didn’t care anymore! *PA shakes fist in air*

My friend J. and I went out for dinner to “celebrate” everything being over and me being able to reclaim my Saturdays.  True, I do need to focus all of my time on finding a bloody job!

It’s funny.  J. has just started taking Citalopram/Celexa and his appetite has increased exponentially.  To what exponent I have no clue but I swear, if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he was on the dreaded Zyprexa/Olanzapine! As the joke goes, you gain n pounds just by filling the script.

Oh, my god.  I was starving constantly no matter how much I ate and gained about 20lbs.  Compared to a lot of people, that’s getting off easy.  Although, it gave me the best sleep ever! Well, my Seroquel/Quetiapine is pretty awesome too! Just no insane, uncontrollable hunger and no weight gain (at least for me.)

I was only supposed to be on the Zyprexa for a brief period anyway so I marched right in to Dr. Asshole’s office (I was seeing him at the time) and said, “NO MORE!” It had gotten to the point where I needed an entirely new wardrobe.  Screw that.

So immediately after J. scarfed down his dinner (and I was about to explode after barely managing to finish mine) he says he needed dessert! I told him there was a place just a couple of blocks away that should satisfy him.  Monstrous portions of the sweetest things ever.  He just about died when he saw the slice of chocolate cake he ordered.  He begged me to help him.  I grabbed another fork and tried–although my tummy felt like a massive Helium balloon.  However, loaded with rocks so I couldn’t float away.

After that, off to another pub up the street that actually has little television screens in the booths.  The music was rather loud so it was hard to hear but we changed the channel and as the two geeks we both are, became engrossed (or I did anyway) in a Star Wars marathon that was running. *laughing*

We finally decided to call it a night.  I was so, so tired.  I came home, made my quick (almost forgotten) post and then just crashed.

So, this is all rather boring, indeed.  My posts tend to be these days.  My life tends be.  No.  My life is stressfull, hellish, depressing, panicky, full of anxiety and fear…at least my meds are holding and I don’t seem to be cracking up too much these days.  No, it’s true.  I’ve been having “moments” where I have not been so well at all.  They have not been prolonged so I guess that is good? Still, my moods are shifting as time continues to march along here.  I can feel it.  And I don’t like it.