I cannot
help but praise Fluoxetine,
despite my
nightly terrors, for
where was
I without them? A puddle
of
neuroses and depression. And what
would I
become without Thyroxine?
More
overweight, immobile, subject
to a heart
attack (I had a scan
yesterday
and heard the blood swirling)
and the
ramipril to keep the blood
at an
operating pressure, rather than blow
my
arteries like classroom condoms.
My
estrogen tablets keep the hair
from
crowding my upper lip, my
internal
pleasures lubricated; Lipitor
and
Clopidogrel last thing at night
to calm
away the threat of stroke
(again).
Stress I could do without.
Image: Flying Unicorn 2015 12" x 8" Watercolour on book page. Framed. £40 inc P&P
Image: Flying Unicorn 2015 12" x 8" Watercolour on book page. Framed. £40 inc P&P
2 comments:
Oh my friend - I hear you! Keep roaring for all of us out here in similar boats - but don't stress about it! :0)
Thanks, Aims. I can't help the stress!
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