Sagittariday Night

Hello, hello. The snow turned out to be a foof of nothing much for this area, yet I was awakened at 2 a.m. by the back up beeps of a parking lot plow. The turkey supply has whittled itself into the shape of one last casserole, and even the cat is sick of it. Try wiggling meat in front of an uninterested and probably insulted cat to feel like an idiot. Look! Turkey! Wiggle wiggle!

How are you today, my sunshines? I watched some supposed ghost videos online and even though I am a believer due to personal experience, these looked fakity fake fake, fake fake (intonation of Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits). Sure, it's possible, sure we have Photoshop, you aren't going to know unless you go through some event yourself, or trust someone deeply who has.

Well, I am giving myself the creeps again, so let's change topics. Last week I had purchased the bottom of a water bath canner to process fruits next season, the lid was missing. Today I went back and there was the top, so minor yay. Ran out for groceries before deciding which way the incredible clogged head was going with this cold that showed up yesterday.

I am currently working my way off of the antidepressant Prozac, after the primary care doc suggested it would be a way to get the extra weight off. So far, no weight loss, but I am doing this ever ever so slowly so as not to piss off the gods of mental machinery and hit serotonin syndrome withdrawal. I have tried going off the meds twice before with carny sideshow results, but did it throughout the short space of three months. No no no.

What was that movie, the one where Harry Hamlin ran around in a toga and had to kill this fantastic Ray Harryhausen Medusa? Well, that was me suddenly off meds; and here you thought it was stop-action puppetry. Prozac messes with metabolism and blood sugar, not good. Would really like to live without the stuff, going down from 40 to 20mg was a bit of a hoot, but now I am tapering from the 20 mg per diem.

We will see. There are all sorts of cleansing this and thats to help you get through withdrawal, I have good prescription coverage, but maybe I will be one of those people who need to be on the stuff for life. Dunno, but want to try. I have been prescribed a litany of meds at one time or another, and the side effects are not acceptable to me. Prozac is the least offensive, and staying on it when the physicians would like to toss the latest med at you has been an argument.

When it was needed, and it still may be, the fluoxetine works compared to Effexor, Cymbalta, Lexapro (oh not ever again), Zoloft, Paxil, Amitryptaline, Celexa, Trazodone, Ambien, Clonopin, and megadoses of Vitamin D. Whatever the drug company salesperson was selling that month was what Miss Doctor wanted me to try. Desperately, I did.

Well, I want to see what it's like, tapering off in hopes of bolstering energy. What tangled webs we weave, this medication business.

Sleep well, without worry, you know everything will be alright with or without the minor inconveniences of a pill or two. Bless you.