If I sold my drugs, I’d be rich!

12. August 2009 by Bex.

Yay, another prescription for a controlled substance.  Hopefully I won’t need it long; just until I can wean off the Cymbalta fully.  God, I hope this works.  I’m tired of feeling like my brain is going through a meat grinder.  So that makes it three controlled substances I’m on.  Wow.  And yet I somehow manage to still get to work most days of the week.  That’s a little fucked up, isn’t it?

Speaking of meat, I am off red meat now, including pork.  And for some reason I can only seem to eat fish when it is raw.  Fresh sushi doesn’t taste like the bottom of a cesspool.  Yet cooked fish does.  Wtf?  It just grosses me out.  Plus it feels like my tastes have changed lately.  No, not pregnant…trust me.  I did read, however, that changing one’s diet can help with certain health issues I have.  So getting rid of red meat might help.  I also need to get rid of alcohol, carbonated beverages, fatty foods and anything else you can think of that is good tasting and bad for you.  Damnit.  I’m working on it though.  Doesn’t help that I do this with the scary Estrogen Monster looming over me.

By the way, I googled “Estrogen Monster” and came up with this image:

That made me giggle a lot.  Ha!  There’s nothing like a pissed off Muppet.

That takes me to another image I saw years ago and this also is a good one:

However I’ve never seen this one before:

Ok one more…just because I like it:

What else….Rowdy gave us a little scare.  We went to the lake and did our cabin thing for a night.  We came home early because we all felt like shit: back ache, sunburn, tired and sore.  Rowdy had too much activity and we thought he was a goner.  Thankfully he is on some good drugs (more addicts in the family!) and will be ok.  He’s just an old dog and can only take so much.  It didn’t help that last weekend was hellishly hot and humid.  Here are some lake shots:

The boat we rented was a little fishing boat which was fine until we came back against the tide.  Every ripple we hit was like hitting a cement curb.  We all got jarred quite a bit.  But it was cheap and fun.  The water felt great and didn’t stink of algae like I remember Patterson Lake smelling.

It was good to get away and even better to come back to our own creature comforts, like a pillow top mattress.  I wish I had the fortune of some of those other people we saw over the weekend who were hauling swanky RVs and big-ass boats.  But we had a nice time anyway, even as short as it was.  I’m having a hard time getting into work this week but before I know it, the week will be over.  Thank God.

I think my mind has strayed enough for the time being.  Everyone is pretty silent these days…are you all on vacation?  Bored of the blog?  Sick?  Busy?  In a coma and having an out-of-body experience?  Hehee, whatever it is, I hope you are all well.  I hope to have better blogs in the near future.  It’s just so damn hard to concentrate these days!

Tschus.

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