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07:06 pm - Never liked Good Friday anyway
Am transitioning from one extremely soporific and imperfectly-acting med to another more familiar one, not nearly as soporific but alas almost as hit or miss in its effects. (I fancy that rendering the body comatose is how these things work in the first place. When calm and happy, half an ativan ensures eight blissful hours of sleep. When undergoing MRIs, triple that dose barely takes the edge off the panicky claustrophobia.) Doctor assured me there'd be no side-effects to the transition since they're similar drugs. Am not so sure. Hot-cold chills, uneasy stomach, light-headed dizziness etc sound very side-effecty to me, and it's been rather a long time if this is still a virus.

Shall wait it out and see, being equally reluctant to take full dose of med 2, since I'll have to come off it eventually as well. Am reminded of stock jidai-geki trope, where villains have addicted the young lady of a merchant or samurai house to opium. (It takes only one dose; see also: burying people in sand up to their necks will cure fugu poisoning.) This is followed by scene of young lady lying in her futon, being cured by the cold turkey method- blindfolded, hands bound to a bar suspended above her head, cloth bound between teeth for biting on at need, concerned male admirer sitting beside her and empathizing with her sufferings.

The dismal emotional fallout could be anything, including the full moon: weeping bitterly at my inability to give Youtube sound in Chrome, wibbling desperately at instructions to remove one or all Adobe flash players currently installed, except maybe you need the old one so don't, only you should always uninstall old versions of Adobe Flashplayer before installing new ones. (Oh I so hate Adobe. Best advice ever received was solaas' counsel to remove Adobe Reader and use Foxit instead.)

Above all, my inability to crochet. The woman who (last) showed me how to crochet did so in a dark room, and ever since that I've been unsure what counts as the first stitch on the chain, how many threads you insert the hook through when working a row, and just where the last stitch is on the row because I can never see it and keep losing stitches. Videos don't help, printed instructions don't help: I need someone with a bright light and a fine pointer to say '*there*, that's your last stitch, and you put the hook through *here.*

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Date:April 4th, 2015 01:29 am (UTC)
It all sounds very irksome, and I hope that the effects ease off ASAP. Regret that I cannot advise you on crochet - I only know knitting.

Also, I will try not to addict Irene to opium any time soon. (Definitely not in book 3, at least.)
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Date:April 4th, 2015 02:29 am (UTC)
Absinthe will work just as well, surely.

Queasy tums at least result in weight loss. Or so I may hope.
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Date:April 4th, 2015 11:18 pm (UTC)
Irene, absintheuse. ;)

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