And how is it with you?
Apr. 29th, 2004 08:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kadollanI'm glad you asked. The experiment in Wellbutrin has tragically failed. I am having a seriously nasty allergic reaction that I like not at all.
It started nearly two weeks ago with the headache I've named Sam. With respect to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizbee who gave me the idea, I named my headache after hers. It is my firm belief that a constant companion of two weeks should have its own name. Hence, Sam. Sam is stalwart and true and has not left my side these past two weeks. Much like Samwise Gamgee only throbbing and more annoying. Okay, actually just like Samwise Gamgee. But I digress.
During these two weeks Sam and I have also dealt with some insomnia (Wellbutrin is a stimulant) so of course I sensibly reduced my caffeine intake to less than my usual four pots a day. Foolishly, I attributed Sam to caffeine withdrawal. But then when I'd bend over Sam would say "THUD THUD THUD"....you know when the Fellowship is trapped in Durin's tomb in Moria and they hear the war drums? Like that. But in my skull.
Over the weekend I felt enough better that I was able to do yard work withdirocyn and the kids. I became mildly sunburnt.
Anyway, Tuesday eve I went to bed feeling particularly like shit on a biscuit, and my darlingdirocyn took my temperature. 102.5 (which is a suck ass radio station, by the by.) I was shaking so hard I thought I would fly apart. Sam was curiously quiet.
The next morning, yesterday, when I awoke I was covered with a most glorious redness. Oooh, and we mustn't forget the blotchy. Where I had been sunburnt I was full throttle, hard-on red, and nigh unto everywhere else a most distressing blotch. I ran a temperature much of the day.
This morning I am still quite the blotch, and I feel as though three dozen little men are running all over my body with little needles, and they are jabbing me with them. All twitchy and pokey.
Why haven't I called the doctor you ask? Well, I have! A couple of times. I missed the return call for reasons that need not be discussed here.
So, in answer to your kind and well meant question:
Sam and I are doing just fucking crappy.
It started nearly two weeks ago with the headache I've named Sam. With respect to
lizbee who gave me the idea, I named my headache after hers. It is my firm belief that a constant companion of two weeks should have its own name. Hence, Sam. Sam is stalwart and true and has not left my side these past two weeks. Much like Samwise Gamgee only throbbing and more annoying. Okay, actually just like Samwise Gamgee. But I digress.During these two weeks Sam and I have also dealt with some insomnia (Wellbutrin is a stimulant) so of course I sensibly reduced my caffeine intake to less than my usual four pots a day. Foolishly, I attributed Sam to caffeine withdrawal. But then when I'd bend over Sam would say "THUD THUD THUD"....you know when the Fellowship is trapped in Durin's tomb in Moria and they hear the war drums? Like that. But in my skull.
Over the weekend I felt enough better that I was able to do yard work with
dirocyn and the kids. I became mildly sunburnt.Anyway, Tuesday eve I went to bed feeling particularly like shit on a biscuit, and my darling
dirocyn took my temperature. 102.5 (which is a suck ass radio station, by the by.) I was shaking so hard I thought I would fly apart. Sam was curiously quiet.The next morning, yesterday, when I awoke I was covered with a most glorious redness. Oooh, and we mustn't forget the blotchy. Where I had been sunburnt I was full throttle, hard-on red, and nigh unto everywhere else a most distressing blotch. I ran a temperature much of the day.
This morning I am still quite the blotch, and I feel as though three dozen little men are running all over my body with little needles, and they are jabbing me with them. All twitchy and pokey.
Why haven't I called the doctor you ask? Well, I have! A couple of times. I missed the return call for reasons that need not be discussed here.
So, in answer to your kind and well meant question:
Sam and I are doing just fucking crappy.
