Pills
13 March 2001
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10:08 PM: Taking antibiotics, a big horse-pill decongestant and antiexpectorant (sounds like Fester's wife's name, doesn't it?), and a free sample of some new superduper anti-allergy mediciine all at the same time produces strange and interesting sensations. Followed after no great time by an overwhelming desire for unconsciousness.
Well, OK, everything produces that in me these days.
Different doktor at same office this time. He was all young and gay and snobby. "Do you smoke? Oh ew you do, I can smell it." Good. But apart from that, and I guess they're obligated to make you feel bad about smoking, he was OK. He certainly prescribed enough different kinds of things. I just hope that this eventually unclogs my ears, I hate having this feeling all the time. Like the bad part of coming in for a landing, kind of. I don't want my eardrums to burst neither. Icky.
One of these days I really should go into the office again. Can't really remember why, though.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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