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Medicated Muddle I'm adding this note at the top to say: if you are subscribed to my notify list with a hotmail account, my last two notifies to you have bounced. I have gotten two straight error messages from hotmail with a long list of addresses that did not receive my message. I don't know what the problem is, but I wanted to make you aware of it. My head and stomach are completely muddled on medication. My new primary doctor prescribed Allegra for me, which I’ve tried before but am willing to try again. I can’t really tell if it’s working or not, though, because I have this horrible headcold and sinus infection that’s completely overthrowing the allergies. Or ganging up with them. Or something. I’m taking cold medicine for that. And Motrin for the sinus headaches. I also started taking Accutane last night, because my skin has totally erupted. Not my entire face, thank God, but this enormous patch on the right-hand side of my chin. One after the other, tons of them just grouped together. I can’t take it anymore – I have tried everything, and I do mean everything, and I am thirty and I’m tired of having pimples. I’ve had them for seventeen years and you know what? I think I’ve had my fair share now. I did a course of Accutane a few years back, but the dermatologist only put me on it for six weeks (the normal course is six months or so) and my acne went away and came back within a year. Ironically, I went off the Pill because I thought it might help my skin (I am not one of those whose skin benefits from taking the Pill), but it’s apparently made it much worse. I guess it was benefiting me a little. I’m back on the Pill now because of Accutane, because it can cause severe birth defects. Is it any wonder I was completely nauseous this morning? This headcold is a killer. I was okay yesterday at school until about halfway through class, and then I started to feel like someone had driven spikes into my face. Of course, that might be because someone kept saying child-molestering, which made me want to beat her with my notebook. (This is a senior-level course run like a graduate seminar, not a course for freshmen or for non-English majors.) We are spending so much of this class going over how to cite things and proper MLA rules for stuff and you know what? I can look it up in the MLA Handbook. I’m good. Really. I can research and write my paper, and I don’t need to go over, extensively, how to do parenthetical citations. It all just gives me a headache, and I’m about to start reading Salman Rushdie and I think that will make it worse. I just want to graduate. I really, really just want to graduate. I’m writing my paper on Partition and colonialism as viewed through the eyes of children, and I just want to write it and be done. I hate that I’m not enjoying the final course of my undergrad career and I wish so much that I’d been able to take Dr. V’s seminar instead. Eight more weeks. Eight more weeks. Eight more weeks. (And then back in May to walk, because I do love the ceremony of it all, but still…eight more weeks.) |