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Thursday, February 12, 2004

My Silvery Zoloft

9:15 am - Blew it this morning. Slept through my alarm. By the time I woke up my kid was so late for school that there was no point in sending her -- she would have been counted absent anyway.

I'm at my doctor's office right now. I just barely made it on time for my appointment. After the appointment and lab tests, my kid and I plan to go apartment hunting. Might as well, as I took the day off from work.

9:30 am - Decongestants = bad. They raise your blood pressure. My doctor's nurse just told me. I'm to take antihistamines and expectorants only.

9:49 am - And then I had to go pee into a paper cup.

9:57 am - And here I am sitting in my van with a 5 week supply of Zoloft. Ah, yes. At least I've heard of this one. Zo-loft. Zo. Loft. Sounds like I'm going for a ride in a peddle-powered airship. "Look! There's Jerry up in his zoloft!" I pause in my peddling, and wave. "Hello down there!" My silvery zoloft is so cool. I'm the envy of all the neighborhood kids.

4:16 pm - Too bad these drugs don't work instantly. My kid and I went apartment hunting and now I'm depressed. I make too much money for the rent-controlled apartments, but only because they won't count all four people I support. I only get credit for whoever will be living in the apartment with me. So it looks like my kid and I will be going from a 2000 sq. ft. house to a 700 sq. ft. single bedroom apartment.

I hope these meds kick in and help me cope. I mean, I'm about at the end of my coping ability.

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