I've got so many different substances in me constantly. I've got a Zoloft buildup, and now this antibiotic (the pills are huge) for this damnable bladder infection or prostate infection or whatever the hell it is. The doctor tells me not to drink caffeine, alcohol, or eat spicy foods, and I do all these things because they make life wonderful, especially at a time when emotions and thoughts are deadened. The bottle says not to take the pills within 6 hours of eating any kind of vitamin or iron or fortified product and I wonder how the fuck this is supposed to work seeing as how I'm supposed to take these things twice a day. I smoke grass and drink alcohol and I've got this damn head-killing Zoloft coursing through me all the time and I don't know what the hell I'm doing to myself. I tell the doctor I might need to get tested for STD's and we laugh about it and I pee in a cup and make an appointment for a blood test next week. I'm not sure what I would do if there's a positive.
The days are slipping past like velvet sheets and the job opportunities are slipping by just the same, and I still don't have one.
Life is strange, but it is made even stranger with these SSRI's, as I feel as a solid body with an observatory consciousness and that's it. I take up space, and I see, but barely feel or care about what grinds on. A spaceman underwater. Somewhat of an appropriate place but not quite, and nothing is really getting done. Whatever that means.
