I always figured that it was only a matter of time before I ended up on anti-depressants. A chemical force-field against life’s irritants sounds very attractive and finally last week I got just what I wished for. Okay, actually it was my neurologist (or should I say one of my neurologists) prescribing them to me to treat symptoms of my Sarcozydosis but I like to milk these things for as much as I can.
So the next time some rude person skips the queue I have been obediently waiting in I am going to inform them in a high-pitched squeal that I am very unstable and am taking anti-depressants. If work gets too much for me I might ostentatiously pop some pills in front of my boss and wait until the sympathy starts flowing. My happy pills are at a much lower dosage then it would be to treat real depression but nobody needs to know that do they?
The wonderful potential for sympathy and attention was growing as I read the medical information that came along with the drugs. Some of the side-effects alarmed me though, such as drowsiness during the day and extreme weight-gain. Still and all, I expect to be ridiculously happy in no time. One big excitable bouncing Conorball, you have been warned!
Of course I won’t be mentioning one of the other uses of the drug that I came across – ‘used in the treatment of bed wetting’. I think it wise that I don’t advertise that particular one.
lol you make even “difficult” subjects funny! i was on those many moons ago for a wee while, once you settle into them you’ll be grand. they are great for the oscar winning moments though, a fab fallback and excuse mwahahahaha.
you poor ole pet, as my granny used to say “you are in the wars at the moment aren’t ya darlin’ “
When you have some of Grannymar’s pie you’ll feel much better!
I have been reading some stuff lately that suggested that anti-depressants were a load of pants. Still if it does the job on your Sarkozy-itis (I know, I deliberately misspeled it) why not? I once had some valium left over from a, erm, procedure (snippy snippy), my wife dragged me to the post christmas sales and I decided to self medicate. Most serene shopping trip ever.
and here i thought sarcozydosis was a small town in Tennessee.
Well, sounds like a good idea. It might help you to endure all those Dutch people dressed in silly orange things (like pants!) on Koninginnedag…
Sarkozyitis, he he. I’ve never felt the need for anti-depressants, but I also read the research that they did nothing for you at all. But I love the idea of threatening instability and dramatically popping some pills. Of course they’d be my blood pressure pills but as you say who needs to know? My pills carry dire warnings of terrifying side-effects too, including possible facial swelling and jaundice but hey, why not live dangerously?
I dread to think what would happen if my mother were to get anything exotic or exciting – just seeing the way she milks a hangover is a sight to behold. Wrapped in blankets, groaning, snapping at anyone who comes near her that she’s “really really ill” and getting very narked if anyone mentions the fact it’s self inflicted.
Get well lovely xx
towny – so long as I’m winning the battles all is well
grannymar – oohh I’d absolutely love some
thrift – so the benefits of the snip keep on coming
laurie – and I think I might also have snoozidosis today – very sleepy
hidh – god yes! colourblind city here we come
nick – so I’ll get not benefits but the side-effects remain? Typical!
newbie – Thanks. Well what’s the point in being sick if you can’t get truckloads of sympathy hehe
Share! Share! they sound like good pills!
Let us know how you get on. On the downside anti-depressants have been proved to be ineffective for everyone apart from psychopaths and bedwetters
http://rodsherwin.gaia.com/blog/2008/3/antidepressants_ineffective_study_proves
Hmm. I’d be more of the inkling that Doc knows best, and wouldn’t have prescribed something that doesn’t work… but then again…!
Either way, the whole bed wetting thing reminded me that when I met a certain someone for the first time not all that long ago, he had a bad chest infection, and one morning he was taking his antibiotics and I goggled the name of the pills. I took great pleasure (after the little bit of panic and doubt subsided) in telling him that, yeah, sure, his antibiotics cured bronchitis; but they were also apparently pretty spiffy at clearing up gonorrhea.
Hehehe. He’d kill me if he knew I was telling this story to every man and his llama.
on the mend and happy with it? good to hear, sir!
wonder how much it would cost to send a bottle of The Ned to conorland………? Make you feel just lovely……
travelling – I’ll slip one into your beer if you’re good
emmak – but what about for people with tingling nerve endings?
alan – hehe I love it
Well I’m going to trust the doc too on this. Besides it’s not being presccribed to treat depression so hofefully it will work after all
rosie – here’s hoping
manuel – still don’t believe it exists – I’ve been looking everywhere for it!
Hope the anit-depressants help the sacozydosis (which sounds a bit scary). I’ve also read about how they may or may not work as well as first thought but hey, why not try them out and see?
The had it down in the 60´s man – drugs is the only way! Peace love and moonbeams!
C – You can slip drugs into my beer any day you choose….
there two in my fridge…….TWO!
One big excitable bouncing Conorball LOL.
And being dry at night is always a bonus. >0)
i’m still stuck on the image of the bouncing conorball! grab all the sympathy you can, sugar!
xoxox
jen – nothing ventured nothing gained and all that
quickroute – I always felt I should have been around in the 60s
travelling – hehe well no doubt we’ll meet up again really soon
manuel – I am very very jealous!
english mum – yes I suppose that is a silver lining
savannah – oh I absolutely intend to
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