Huey Lewis would love my doc. He, being a righteous dude, wanted a new drug-one without the crappy bullshit that comes with modern pharmaceuticals.
I'm with Huey. And I don't want all the shit that goes with these new drugs. I basically want good drugs, that do the good stuff, and don't need a bunch of other drugs to undo the side effects of the new drugs. Is that so much to ask?
I have my new antibiotics, which don't seem to come right back up, which is good stuff right there. They also don't seem to give me nasty side effects, at least not yet. Let's hope that continues.
And my new fave, my secret weapon? I got it from a compounding pharmacy in Colorado, that compounds it by the bucketful, and sends it in the mail, lickity split. It's LDN. For more info, click here. There's other info out there, on all the amazing things it can do for people with crazy problems. And, the side effects are supposed to be minimal.
So, I'm hoping I am one of the people it will help. It may help with stress, anxiety, and depression, immune system issues, and pain. Wow, right? Sign me up, right? Plus, there don't seem to be much in the side effect department. And, it is supposed to help your body create your natural endorphins that seem to not be endorphin-ing.
The down side is, I have to take it, 2-4 weeks, before I may notice a difference, especially for pain control. And, the downside is, I cannot take narcotic pain pills any longer AT ALL, because they will not work, and they will cause the LDN to not work, also. So when crazy Aimee that does too much, commits too much, tries too much, takes over, and my body feels like it got hit by a truck as punishment for all the doing to much, I will be getting no relief. Even though my energy levels tell me to do all this in the first place.
You see? It's a wicked cycle. :::insert frustrated scowl here:::
So far, I am too days in. Pain? HIGH. FUCKING HIGH. But that is likely due to my over-do, over-plan, crazy ass self.
Immune system? No colds, which I don't get anyways. Whatevs.
Anxiety/stress? Meh. Not noticing much of a change. BUT. I feel just a wee bit shitfaced, all day. From about an hour after I take it (10 am ish?) to about 8 pm, I feel slightly tipsy. You know that space where you live, when you are slightly intoxicated, Fun Aimee, shall we say? That space where you get a little funny, a little too honest, say some things you usually wouldn't?
That's where I'm at. 10 hours a day. Which is helping the wine bill. But not my popularity. I'm sure my Facebook friends will be dropping like flies soon, with my mouth getting the best of me. For instance, I found this amazing quote from a blog I read, and made it into a card on the Someecards website:
But not okay. Which is half its charm, in my book.
But I can't be like this, every day, 10 hours a day. I
My already wide-open-shit-gets-through-all-day-long mouth filter? Broke as a joke.
As a good friend said, my give-a-fuck is broke.
See? Not okay, Me.
See? I created two awesome ecards. But, neither one is even mildly appropriate to be the image showcasing this fine blog post. :::slowly shakes head::
It's a goddamn epidemic.
Pretty soon, someone is going to report me to the blog police or some shit, and I'm going to have to make people go that extra step clicking that they understand the the shit they are about to read will curl their toes.
Imma need an intervention. But with booze. Lots of booze. (Wait, does that defeat the purpose?)