African women are the future I think. And women need to be heard.
Monthly Archives: August 2014
A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said. “Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.
The Lord led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man’s mouth water. The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful.
But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. The…
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Sometimes I hate my meds, sometimes I don’t.
I hate how the pharmacist was rude about it, and how no matter what I said they still insisted the dose is too high. Based on guidelines for 12 year olds. Pointing out that I’m an adult didn’t help.
But I picked up a months supply after a discussion with the pharmacy assistant who read the children’s guidelines, she insisted on phoning the doctor about it. Because suddenly it’s a problem now that I was rendered stable enough to be sent to primary care.
And then two days later I felt as if my concerta is just…. Too much. Zoink.
Now I tried a lower dose today. And I felt better, but I’m not sure if it’s enough….
And wouldn’t it be cool to just function without all that hassle?