Because of my horrible gums and teeth, my periodontist (that's a gum doctor for you people with non-diseased cakeholes) put me on this hardcore antibiotic called Flagyl. Most people take it for parasites or other nastiness. I'm taking it for my teeth. There's another pill that I take along with it, but Flagyl is the tough one. My doctor says most people don't tolerate it too well and he wondered if I'd last three days. I'm supposed to take it for seven.
One of Flagyl's quirks is that you pretty much die if you have a drop of alcohol with it. Not only could you projectile vomit, it also screws with your liver. (It used to be used like Antabuse.) So this will be a very dry week. It also turns your pee neon yellow and will reportedly give it a strange fun-kay smell. I've got the day-glo color, but so far I haven't noticed any funk.
It can make you confused (check!), listless (double-check!) and nauseous (triple-check!). The only good thing about it is that it's pretty much killed my appetite so maybe I'll drop a little chub.
I know I haven't been writing much lately and am not egomaniacal enough to think that anyone's noticed, but it's been a little rough around here. Between my mouth and other crap that I can't talk about and then Bob dying, I don't have the energy to write anything that I'm not being paid for. I barely have the brain function for the money-making stuff, what with the drugs mucking with my mind. Hopefully next week will be a bit more productive.