by pinback » Mon Aug 15, 2005 6:54 am
Anyway, back to the fun:
8/15, 9:48 AM: The Monday after my first
medicated weekend. Let's see how it went!
Saturday was a big test, because it was the night of the
cocktail party, featuring lots of
hot asian chicks and
hot wives of friends and
jazz musicians. This would be the first experiment mixing Zoloft and alcohol. I was instructed by the physician that, it's probably not a good idea, but that if you were at a social outing or something and wanted to have a glass of wine, then that would be okay, but just pay attention to how it affects you.
Well, I had one (1) small glass of wine, to test it out. As sleepy as the Z makes me already, this just redoubled that effect, so I decided there was nothing to be gained by it, and went back to being a
good boy. It was somewhat disappointing, though, because a) it's a cocktail party, and I should have a lampshade on my head by hour 2, and b) I was so wiped out, I left early, thus nixing any chance with the
aforementioned hot asian chicks. Oh well. No pain, no gain.
Sunday I played golf, which is another difficult thing to do without drinking, but I managed, and the Z didn't appear to affect my game much, shooting a smooth 87 on a course I hadn't played before. I did have a beer at the end of the round, which felt like four beers once it mixed with the Z, so once again, I cut the party short and got out of there.
The nice thing right now is that the Z makes me feel so loopy to begin with, that the prospect of alcohol isn't even remotely appealing. And I thought this was gonna be tough!
Now it's Monday morning, and I'm just tiiiired and a little dizzy. Which, hey, I can think of worse ways to feel on a Monday morning.
Am I cured yet? Noooo. I do feel signficantly better, but given the fact that it takes longer than this to start working, I still have to chalk up the good feelings to the sense of achievement, empowerment, and most of all,
hope which I gained by just starting this experiment to begin with.
Plus, when you've got this constant Z buzz going, it's hard to get too upset about anything.
Hey, serotonin reuptake inhibitor, or tranquilizer. I'll take whatever you got.
Anyway, back to the fun:
8/15, 9:48 AM: The Monday after my first [i]medicated weekend[/i]. Let's see how it went!
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Well, I had one (1) small glass of wine, to test it out. As sleepy as the Z makes me already, this just redoubled that effect, so I decided there was nothing to be gained by it, and went back to being a [url=http://sonowthen.net/crap/cocktailben2.jpg]good boy[/url]. It was somewhat disappointing, though, because a) it's a cocktail party, and I should have a lampshade on my head by hour 2, and b) I was so wiped out, I left early, thus nixing any chance with the [url=http://sonowthen.net/crap/cocktailasians2.jpg]aforementioned hot asian chicks[/url]. Oh well. No pain, no gain.
Sunday I played golf, which is another difficult thing to do without drinking, but I managed, and the Z didn't appear to affect my game much, shooting a smooth 87 on a course I hadn't played before. I did have a beer at the end of the round, which felt like four beers once it mixed with the Z, so once again, I cut the party short and got out of there.
The nice thing right now is that the Z makes me feel so loopy to begin with, that the prospect of alcohol isn't even remotely appealing. And I thought this was gonna be tough!
Now it's Monday morning, and I'm just tiiiired and a little dizzy. Which, hey, I can think of worse ways to feel on a Monday morning.
Am I cured yet? Noooo. I do feel signficantly better, but given the fact that it takes longer than this to start working, I still have to chalk up the good feelings to the sense of achievement, empowerment, and most of all, [i]hope[/i] which I gained by just starting this experiment to begin with.
Plus, when you've got this constant Z buzz going, it's hard to get too upset about anything.
Hey, serotonin reuptake inhibitor, or tranquilizer. I'll take whatever you got.