My seizure medication (Lamictal, which is being slowly titrated up from 400mg/day to an eventual 800mg/day) hasn’t killed my cigarette-smoke hallucinations, so I’ve resorted to attempting to mask the imaginary stink with one of these plug-in room-smell thingies (in the default—but debatable—Fresh Linen scent):
And even though it’s on the lowest setting and hidden halfway behind a huge piece of furniture, it makes my entire Basement Bachelor BunkerTM smell like a middle-school boys’ locker room the day after a massive sale on Axe Body Spray.
It
does mask the cigarette-smoke hallucinations—which get especially strong (or at least acutely noticeable) as I work at my desk—but it’s giving me a low-grade headache.
Even worse, it’s giving me flashbacks to my boyish middle-school waistline, first fuzz of pubescent armpit hair and store-brand parachute pants. Can I borrow some hair mousse?
I have been following your blog(s) since back in your Chicago weight lifting/bulking up days. When you were off-line for awhile I would wonder how your were doing.
ReplyDeleteI'm relieved that you have popped back up in my Feedly feed. I imagine you are having a much rougher time than this post reveals. I always enjoy your sense of humour (massive sale on Axe Body Spray, indeed).
Just wanted to let you know that there are strangers out here thinking about you now and then and wishing you well.
Well, what a lovely message to find in my inbox--especially when I haven't even yet started to promote this new blog. Thanks for your kind words and good wishes. And please bask in the glow of being the very first person to leave a comment here :-)
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