Author Archives: Alison

Aug29

Our Ducts are Clean!

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Our Ducts are Clean!

And the anti-allergen filters are in. I have no way of smelling if there’s a difference, because over the last few days I’ve been overwhelmed by the smell of car air conditioner coolant. The smell is not real, olfactory hallucinations are another symptom of paxil withdrawal. However, if I wake up in the morning and don’t sneeze my brains out, then clearly things are better.

I went to the health food store for vitamins. I did laundry. I played Sims 2, chatted for about a half hour. Not much of any value has been accomplished here today, but that’s OK.

Aug28

Sleep Deprivation is My Life.

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Sleep Deprivation is My Life.

I bet you all are almost as tired of hearing about this as I am of experiencing it.

Last night I was catching up on forums, and some of the stuff I was reading about sleep aids was really bothersome, and I realized that I should probably try to condition myself to sleep without them – doing without them might also help with the heart palpitation thing stopping sooner rather than later.  So last night I gave it a shot. 

Went to bed a little after 9.  Woke up with heart pounding at 9:45.  Moved to sofa at 10.  Woke up at 10:50 with heart pounding.  Woke up at 11:07 with heart pounding.  Woke up at 12:17 with heart pounding.  Woke up at 4:00 with heart pounding.  Woke up at 5:20 with heart pounding.  Hubby came in to get me up at about 6:20.  Do I feel like crap?  Hell, yeah!  Nightmares all night, sore back, headache, and, of course, more tired than I was when I went to bed.  I can’t predict the future, though.  If this means that I’ll be able to sleep without being startled awake all night and without pills even a few days or a week less than I would have, it’ll be worth it.

It just doesn’t feel worth it right at this moment.

Aug25

Small Satisfaction

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Small Satisfaction

Alison in Glendale, CA, signed up for a dating site.  She used my address.  Now, this strikes me as pretty dumb.  How is she supposed to get dates if they can’t contact her?  It’s like filling out your publisher’s clearinghouse contest with someone else’s address, or opening a bank account with a fake social security number.  Of course, now that I’ve changed her profile to show she’s a fat, vegan Jain with children living at home with her, she might not want those e-mails after all. . .