Inebriated at work

The reason I don’t take medicine during my regular daily life is that it typically makes me feel a lot like I feel at 2am on a Saturday morning after a long night of partying.

Sometimes, though, the illness takes hold and demands medication.

I’m now on a drug that simultaneously acts as a upper and a downer. My brain (necessary for work) is caught somewhere in between.

While the pharmacist was dead-on right about the upper and downer counteracting each other, he negelcted to mention that I might feel like someone slipped me something that turns off rational thought during 12 hours of time-released goodness.

This would probably be a good feeling if my job didn’t require thinking, talking, or performing in front of hundreds of thousands of people twice a day.