I Don't Get It

Why do pharmaceutical companies think that making a product that counteracts what it's for so effectively that it puts you to sleep is OK?

I have vertigo. The meds for it is meclizine which is Dramamine. I take the dose I'm supposed to and next thing I know, it's two hours later! I mean, what happened to being able to function?! I wanted something to stop the dizzy feelings, not knock me the heck out!

I can be at work and doze off standing up. I fall asleep eating dinner.

I'm starting to think I have a sleeping disorder!

No amount of caffeine fixes this. I've tried. It does make me a cheap date, though...one drink/beer and I'm already buzzed!

Makes concentration next to impossible. All I can think of is sleeping. Where, when. It totally bites. Especially during this time of year...my busiest. Even without the orders, I'm super busy with making gifts. On the plus side, gifts have been pared down to less than half this year. Just the kids, my mom and a couple of friends. That's it.

So, while I type this babble nonsense, I'm thinking about how I can get away with sleeping another hour....

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Neat!

I was a guest writer on someone else's blog! I was telling a friend about a beer that I had gotten from a local brewery and he asked if I wanted to review it for his blog.

I said sure! But, I had no idea what to write. I don't really drink beer. I know how beer is made. I know how beer tastes, but to review it?

He told me to write about what I thought about it. Color, aroma, taste, etc. OK. Color? Brown. Aroma? Sweet, not beer-like. Taste? Sweet, not beer-like.

Well, I typed up my review and sent it to him. He said it was a great review, that he'd like to try the beer. I couldn't believe it! I just wrote a little diddy about beer. Granted, it is good beer, but still.

I don't know...read for yourself here: http://allegroarts.blogspot.com/

Oh, and he reviews all sorts of beer. Read through and find a new favorite!

Abuse

Over the last couple of months, I've realized that I'm abused. My bruises, however, aren't visible.

I really don't know what's making me realize that for a really long time, he's been abusing me. He holds me back. He turns things around and makes them my fault (even when it's not). He makes me feel as though I need to explain myself and what I do. He makes me feel guilty for wanting to go to the store by myself.

Now, I realize that I've allowed him to do this to me. I wanted to feel loved so bad that I allowed myself to fall into his clutches. I allowed myself to be weak.

Well, not anymore. I will not allow myself to feel like this anymore. It is time to stand up for myself. It is time to be me. I shouldn't have to explain myself. If I want a beer, it doesn't mean I'm an alcoholic. I'm not weird for wanting to watch a ball game. I'm not strange for having a brainstorm at midnight and having to write my story. I'm not weird for liking fantasy and sci-fi. I should not be shunned for having a high IQ.

I AM ME!