Thursday, September 20, 2007
The first few days of the prozac Dr Neuro prescribed gave me a glimpse of a foreign country. Somewhere away from storm clouds, somewhere that whets the appetite for a further visit. Going up to 30mg a day was a holiday abroad, getting to know the place – mapping the different colours and smells, different language – foreign yet comprehensible. At 40mg plus the zyprexa from the shrink I want to emigrate. Have adventures. Say yes. And never go home.
7 Comments:
yahoooooooo!
so it's worth nibblin 'em then?
huggerrooooooooossss
Sounds good.
I especially get the part about not wanting to go home.
you could come over and hang out with us, instead - this is, after all, a foreign country.
xoxoxo and all that shiat.
That's a fantastic way of describing it. Hurray for Pharm Passports.
I am glad to hear it is a good place to live!
If it's taken away some sorrow, then I am so glad.
And I echo lildb - if you feel like visiting furn parts, you could totally come here.
(((You)))
I loaded up the U-Haul and moved to Xanax about 10 years ago and never looked back.
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