Off to see the sea.

[ladymirth]

The Good News: Am off to spend the weekend with Nadeesha and her parents at a resort down South. Normally, I am not really enthusiastic about beaches, but I want to spend as much time with the errant best friend as I can before she ships herself off for two semesters worth of Fish-Gazing in the Great Barrier Reef. Plus, we're staying at the Lighthouse, which I've never seen but heard many good things about. It's a place that's well out of range of my family's budget, so having my carefully-preserved complexion utterly ruined is a small price to pay. 

The Bad News: I suck at packing. Like, seriously. I'm an uber-careful packer, so there are never squelchy messes and crumpled clothes on my watch, but my Gemini trait of indecisiveness and my natural penchant for dressing up means that I'm going to end up taking a ridiculous amount of clothes. Right now I'm trying to talk myself out of taking six changes of clothing for two days, and that's not even including my PJs. 

The Good News: I'm contemplating not taking my anti-depressants tonight. I don't think I need them anymore. I didn't take my sedatives in the morning and I was fine. Even the side-effects lasted only a couple of hours. 

The Bad News: The LJ entry I was composing before I made myself listen to themasala remix version of Mauja Mauja three times and watching Jab We Met for the fourth time over a bowl of Chocos ran something like this: 

"The Ultimate Philosophy of Hasini - when life hands you lemons, absently throw them out the window and then compose long emo posts on LJ in the hope that her long-suffering flist will send her reassurances that life may yet hand her oranges...which she shall also end up throwing away." 

Oops. 

The Good News: Um, I don't have any more. 

The Bad News: Called Nadeesha up a couple of hours ago to ask her about the last details about the trip we're going on tomorrow. Her mother picked up. 

Me: "Hi, Aunty. Is Nadeesha about?" 
N's Mum: *Pause* 
Me: "Hello?"
N's Mum: *flatly* "Er, no. She's not." 
Me: *wondering why she sounds like she's run head-first into a brick wall* "Well, er, where is she?"
N's Mum: "She's supposed to be out with you, actually. I was just going to call her to ask what time she'd be home."
Me: "Well, er, she's er, not turned up yet, er..."
N's Mum: *can hear my brain going 'FUCK'* 

Dude, the next time you want your ass covered by a friend, it might be a good idea to let the friend know that she is, in fact, covering your ass. It prevents her from doing stupid things like, I dunno, calling up your Mum and asking for you.  

The Good News: I have all the songs of Jab We Met on my MP3! 

The Bad News: I am spending the next two days solely in the company of Nadeesha (yay!) and Nadeesha's parents (not so yay). Which means no swearing for more than 48 hours. Not even on LJ, because I won't have time to go on the net over there, even if they have a connection. This is unimaginably dreadful to me. 

Yes, I do swear in front of my parents. Well, my mother anyway. She is not quite fluent in the more colloquial aspect of English, which means that she doesn't get most of what I say anyway. For example, if I were to say "pussy-eater" in front of her, she would likely assume I was referring to cruelty towards cats. 

Nadeesha's parents are more canny in the ways of our generation. I cannot afford to slip-up in front of them. It will be like that time she put me on speaker phone without telling me all over again. They might decide that I am not a fit person for their precious only whelp to associate with. Therefore, I must get it all out of my system now, during my last few minutes of free speech. 

FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckityfuckingFUCK! 

There. Am now ready to face civilized society. 

Bleah. The sheep are attacking. Shall crash now, pack in the morning and reply to comments on Monday. Till then, I bid thee fare well, good denizens of LJ.
                      

Comments

[cyad.livejournal.com]

LOL on current music and...hope you'll have a grand wonderful time at sea (lucky you! am jealous!)

[pgwfolc.livejournal.com]

Just a quick flyby. Really shouldn't be on this long.

But... You're feeling better! That's great! That means the anti-depressants are working! So... why stop taking them?

I mean, look at it this way... There was a time, years ago, when I was pretty sick. Thirsty all the time. Often queasy. Throwing up. And, as it turns out, in danger of much worse. Because I'm diabetic.

Luckily, my dad caught it. And I started taking insulin. With that, I'm fine. (As long as I take the right amount at the right time, etc.) Not sick. Not constantly gulping down large quantities of liquids. Not developing all sorts of complications.

Now, is that any reason to say "Great! I'm better! I don't need the insulin anymore!"? Of course not. My body doesn't work right without it. If I want my body to keep working right, I have to keep taking it. Unless something changes.

It's a little different with the anti-depressants. They take a few weeks to kick in, and they take a few weeks to leave your system. If you stop taking them now, you'll still feel fine for a while. But odds are that if you needed them and if they only just started working, you still need them. And, because they "wear off" so gradually, you may not realize it for a while.

If you want to try stopping them, well, this advice may be getting a little old, but... I'd suggest you talk to your doctor first.

Be careful. Be well. And have a good time.

[pgwfolc.livejournal.com]

P.S. Signed back on because I suddenly remembered something. We're talking about a medicine that builds up in your system very gradually. Over the course of weeks. And, as mentioned, it leaves your system just as gradually.

And that's exactly why I was specifically told that if and when you do decide to stop taking them, you shouldn't do it cold turkey. Ease off. Go to a lower dose first. Then take it a little less frequently. Do it in stages. Give your body time to adjust.

Be careful with that brain of yours. That's some valuable equipment you've got there.