Still no meds. I’m working on it. Dr. is outta town, well, outta this country until some time in late June. I am a DUMBASS! I lost the script and allowed the meds to run out.

I left a message with the Dr’s answering service asking her to call in the script. Answering service says she will “probably get to it in 48 hours or so”.

CRAP!

In the meantime, lots of WICKED withdrawal symptoms, nausea, brain shivers, dizziness, etc… I can deal with these for the most part.

The “intense dreaming” thing tho, OY VEY!!!

Last night was bizarre, although George Costanza, fortunately, did NOT make a repeat performance.

I was out with M, dunno where or what we were doing, but I kept finding shiny polished rocks. Guess where I was putting them for safe keeping?

And that was just one of the screwed up dreams. I don’t even wanna get into the flowbee on an Island of monkeys.

HEY!!! I can not be held responsible for things that happen in my sleep!

BUT I MUST REMEMBER TO TAKE THE DAMN MEDS EVERY DAY!