New Medication...
Thursday, July 19, 2007
I went to my doctor's appointment yesterday. I told her all about the sweating, the way I was feeling lethargic and when the dosage increased it had me shaking really bad, I couldn't be still. So, she prescribed 50 mg of Zoloft to be taken in the morning and 100 mg of Trazadone to be taken at night. It's got me kinda loopy, but that's alright, I'm nuttier than a fruitcake most days anyway. Here are some things said in the doctor's office yesterday.
While the nurse was asking the standard questions about smoking, alcohol and using illegal drugs, I said I did not use illegal drugs. Another nurse, who is really a hoot and a half, said, "C'mon, be truthful." I replied, "You try living with my 3 terrorists and staying off drugs. It's not an easy task." Later while in the exam room the same nurse came in while the doctor was writing the prescription. I looked at her in all seriousness and quipped, "She's prescribing heroin."
The doctor asked me if I am trying to kill myself when I take the pills I do sometimes. I told her, "No, I just take them and go to my happy place. I have a high tolerance and it seems I only self-medicate when I've gone days without sleep and start seeing things. Hell, that makes me sound nuttier than a fruitcake, doesn't it?" "She replied, "I'm referring you to Dr. So-n-So, he's a wonderful psychiatrist here in Statesboro." Guess she answered my question, huh?
While the nurse was asking the standard questions about smoking, alcohol and using illegal drugs, I said I did not use illegal drugs. Another nurse, who is really a hoot and a half, said, "C'mon, be truthful." I replied, "You try living with my 3 terrorists and staying off drugs. It's not an easy task." Later while in the exam room the same nurse came in while the doctor was writing the prescription. I looked at her in all seriousness and quipped, "She's prescribing heroin."
The doctor asked me if I am trying to kill myself when I take the pills I do sometimes. I told her, "No, I just take them and go to my happy place. I have a high tolerance and it seems I only self-medicate when I've gone days without sleep and start seeing things. Hell, that makes me sound nuttier than a fruitcake, doesn't it?" "She replied, "I'm referring you to Dr. So-n-So, he's a wonderful psychiatrist here in Statesboro." Guess she answered my question, huh?
Labels: doctor, I am crazy, Medicated Mommy, Trazadone, zoloft
A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood....Part 2
Sunday, July 15, 2007
I told you I would be back in just a second to finish this...hmmm...where was I? Oh yes, I was driving blissfully unaware to McDonald's. Well, while I was driving, I saw something in the road. I was unable to identify it, however, noted it's existence, by saying, "Whew, I am glad we didn't hit that!" To which Nicklaus asked what it was. My reply, "I have no idea, but it looked like something that didn't need to be hit." I drove on.....shortly after passing a local police officer, I heard a very disturbing sound. It sounded like my tire was falling off! I pulled over in some rather tall grass, examined the tire, in all of my car aptitude, decided I needed air and was proceeding to pull off. The police officer I mentioned before, was pulling in right behind me. Now, I had a dilemma, should Medicated Mommy, disembark and show off her quite fashionable attire, or stay burrowed in my seat, glancing furtively at him like a maniacal crack addict? If you've read me at all, you know, I threw caution to the wind, climbed out of the ol' mini van and said, "I heard my tire making an awful noise," ( damn, I sound like Eddie Haskell, or one of those damn Brady children) "and I pulled over. I think my tire is low on air and am going to the station now to put some in." The police officer walked over, pushed on the tire and said, "Ma'am, you can put all the air you want to in that, it's flatter than a pancake. Do you have a spare?" After replying I had no idea, then suddenly saying, as if in answer to the Final Jeopardy question, "YES, YES, I do have a spare. It's one of those, umm....danish, cookie, heck, what is it called?" "A donut, ma'am?" Yes, that's it!!! He proceeded to tell me to pull over to a driveway so he could change the tire. I did as told. The whole time thinking, I am sweating like a speed freak, that damn medicine is of the devil....Anyway, we pulled over, he got out, I got the tire out, all the while Nicklaus, the unmedicated King of ADD, babbling along. At one point, he asked the officer, "Do you have Internet? I mean, at home? If you do, you can read her blog. It's called My Mom is Nutz..." I blithely spoke over him, hoping that my attire along with my obviously, "don't get out much" children would not brandish me a loon. Although, I may have been labled one by medical professionals, one must try to keep up appearances, ya know. Even when dressed like someone who has no idea what is 'okay" to wear in public. I silently thanked God above I did not have on my "golden bedroom slippers that look like Liberace or a drag queen gave them to me." I almost had. Anyway, long story short, no jack, officer called garage, garage came and changed tire for free, farmer man and wife filled up all the other tires with air, kidz had burgers, I had Japanese, with some sushi thrown in for all my trouble. I returned home, arms sore from crossing them over my 365DD boobage so as not to have them fall to my knees in front of everyone and God. I've nursed 3 children okay??? Now, I have to make a run to the local grocery store. Husband is too tired and sore to do it, my medication dosage doubles tonight, so, I have to pack up some supplies, Lord knows what tomorrow will bring. I must go find my bra and something suitable to wear......I'll be sure to tell you what tragedy befalls me this time. I will be setting out with Noni this time. It's her turn. My kidz view traveling with me much like some view a roller coaster ride. It's fun, It's scary, just scream and hold on!!
Labels: boobs, flat tire, Incidents that happen to me, Medicated Mommy
A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood....
I took the above picture while sitting on our back porch. I love taking pics of clouds and such. Just thought I'd share the above with you before embarking on the following story of life in my world. Buckle up.... :-)
I'm not one that's known to heed my mother's advice. Perhaps, in the future, I will. Let me relate a bit of yesterday to you. Joey has been working super long hours. Thursday afternoon, around 5:00pm when he returned to the shop, they, (*they being those in a supervisory position) asked hubby if he could possibly go and "do" a house that desperately needed completion. By "do" I mean outfit the whole home with cabinets, counters, bars, the like. He said yes, since we need the extra money. He took Justin ( before in my blog, he has been referred to as my boy toy, remember? Joey got him a job at his place of employment.) Hubby returned home at 3:00 am, grabbed a shower, settled down and got a restful hour and a quarter sleep. Got up, returned to work, worked until 6:00pm the next night, came home, crashed and then got up Saturday morning at 6:00am for a side job. He returned home around 7:00pm. Needless to say he was tired beyond belief. Therefore, I, the medicated wife, decided to throw caution to the wind and go to McDonald's and grab dinner. Bear in mind, there was a perfectly good package of pork chops, ready for the making in the fridge, however, this was too insurmountable a task for Medicated Mommy to tackle. Noni was asleep on the couch, Hubby promptly passed out in the recliner and the two boys begged to accompany me. I was dressed in the finery every Medicated Mommy must also model. My shorts that I sleep in, braless in a black T-shirt and Crocs on. After all, the only people who would even remotely see me were the clerks at Mickey D's and the ones at the Japanese drive-thru. Which all told, that is why I decided to drive the 30 minutes to McDonald's instead of the 10 minutes to Subway. It was not that I must feed my children Happy Meals with the much sought after Hello Kitty and Flying Wheel thingy toys. Nope, Medicated Mommy needed a shrimp bowl with extra sauce and a salad with ginger. After negotiating the fallen tree in our driveway (another story) I set out on my first foray into the public in over a week. Except the doctor's office, of course. While we were leaving our neighborhood, Nicklaus asked, "Momma, did you bring the cell phone?" To which I replied, "No, that was something else to remember. I have purse, money and kidz, I am fine." Oh Lord, if only I'd listened to my mother and dressed in case of incident while in public. I did have on clean underwear....but that did not play into what occurred next. I must stop now...and write another needed post...however, I will finish this up in just a second....ahem....
Labels: Incidents that happen to me, Medicated Mommy