My Sick Mind

This 18" x 10" box was waiting on my doorstep when I got home tonight. "What could it be?" I wondered quietly to myself. I knew I had placed a small order from Amazon, but what could be in such a large box? A small box, as it turns out. This relatively tiny box of creatine tablets (bigger, faster, stronger) was inside, with a year's supply of packing material. I win. Earlier, at the Wawa, a nice clerk asked me if I wanted a separate bag for my sandwich, to separate it from the fat-free chips and salted almonds that completed my order. Um ... no. And just an hour ago at Zallie's Shop Rite ( again ) the cashier asked me if I wanted "all this in one bag." The all this included a bag of bird seed, box of cereal and bottle of Red Yeast Rice tablets. Yeah, I think one bag can handle all that. My reply: "I prefer it." Too many boxes and too many plastic bags. My hands work just fine.

Another thing comes to mind when I reminisce about my hospital experience. They went through a lengthy question and answer session over my medical history, which is completely understandable. However, once they got to the "what other pills or medications are you taking?" part, I went into my extensive vitamin and supplement routine which includes: Flax seed oil capsules Red Yeast Rice Vitamin C (Ester-C) Creatine Chewable fiber tablets and a Vitamin and mineral supplement. They seemed to know what vitamin C was, but had to ask me to spell some of the others. I take the flax seed oil because it has Omega 3 oils, which are good for my cholesterol (and fish oil capsules repeat on me) as well as the Red Yeast Rice, which alone is responsible for dropping my number from 22o to 160. I realized midstream that they didn't know what either one of these things are, and the reason is that they aren't made by Pfizer, Glaxo or Merck. Their world begins and ends with prescriptio...

O nce again, the Blogger community has given me inspiration and solace in the fact that I am neither alone in my thoughts nor stuck in the mire of commonality. As happened last week, there are great revelations that occur when we think and share ideas. Again today. When I got to item number 12 of yesterday's Thursday Thirteen , I started thinking about the decision I made to relieve myself of the burden of Paxil . In addition to the constant yawning, tiredness and general malaise I found myself in, I couldn't get it up. What good is feeling good if I can't follow through? Of course, it would have been made better with a healthy dose of Viagra . The fatigue could have been cured with a little change in medication, but the ensuing increase in energy may have required a little Lunestra . To cure one particular ill, I could have found myself taking at least three different medications. The pharmaceutical industry would love me for it. After reading kara 's pos...