A conversation that recently happened at our house:

The Stroppy One, noting what Renfield the iPod was blaring through the speakers: "Huh. I thought in this sort of mood you'd listen to your bandom playlist."

Me: "Oh no. When I'm in this sort of mood, the "crazy girls" playlist is better for my emotional health. Because I am always sure I am not as crazy as Emilie Autumn, but I can't always say that in relation to Pete Wentz."

The Stroppy One. ::pauses, blinks:: "Oh. Okay then."

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In tangentially-related news: whoo! Tickets for the January 29th Emilie Autumn show go on sale today at 3pm! [personal profile] minim_calibre is going to get us tickets, as I will be off at therapy at that time.
Over the past week, I have felt *wretched*. The aches, fatigue, and dizziness of the Antibiotic Cellular Death Explosion TM the Infamous BlueJay just kept going. But worse was the fact that I was horribly, horribly depressed. Crying every day, even with the way my year has been, is not normal for me. Emotionally, I felt as numb and fragile as I did in January, right after Mom passed away.

So I looked up ALL the side-effects of my new antibiotic, and oh hey! "Possible side-effects may included depression, anxiety, mood swings, insomnia, confusion, and panic" Yeah, not taking that particular antibiotic anymore.

I have a check-in with my doc today, and we'll talk about the next thing to try. I'm staying on the Rifampin, because that IS knocking down the marker numbers for the Lyme disease, and it doesn't make me crazy. Now to just wait for the remains of the Biaxin to leave my system, so I can start feeling more like myself.
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