Medicine Head

Do you ever get tired of that heavy feeling in your head?  That grogginess that comes with taking strong medicine?  That feeling that makes you sit up in bed in the morning, look at the floor for a moment, and let out a loud "BLAH!" as you let yourself fall back into bed?  I've been fighting a bad case of medicine head for the last two weeks.  Coupled with the leftovers of a nasty flareup and fighting off the flu, I would have to say I don't think I could feel any worse.  But...then the tummy aches creep along and I start to get those all-too familiar pains in my chest cavity. My good friend, acid reflux, has come to call.  That sinking feeling that pneumonia is not too far behind has me debating with myself.  Do I call the doctor now and risk looking like a hypochondriac freak?  Or do I just go with the flow and hope everything works out.  Honestly...I don't think I can stand to put another pill in my pill box. 

Medicine head is like getting bad coffee on a rainy day.  That happened to me a couple of days ago.  Before school, my boyfriend and I stopped at Starbucks to have a cup of joe before classes.  I was anticipating that sweet flow of my Cinnamon Dulce Latte on my tongue...and what did I get?  The dissapointment of an over milked excuse for weak coffee.  Not a big deal...I was able to resolve the issue with quite a bit of sugar.  The point is...I was so ready for that hot, sweet sensation as the rain fell hard outside and the wind whistled threatengly through the door and I was sorely dissapointed  Medicine head is kind of the same way.  You get the prescription...finally!  A drug that will make everything *poof* disappear!  And what do you get instead?  Yeah, it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy for a little bit...but dear God, has life ever looked so bleak?  The drag...the depression...the sleepy duldrums that take you hostage and chain you to a wall to watch other "normal" people skip through their mediocre lives while you struggle for a reason to get out of bed in the morning. This is about the moment where you start to yell "BLAH" and curse your doctor for tracking mud through your doorway with his lofty medically salted diagnosis.  Yes, medicine head is to blame for all of your problems.  Now you've got to find another pill to get rid of the symptons of the first one. 

So I gave in to medicine head today.  I took a late afternoon nap...which is very out of character for me.  Yes, I have lupus, and yes, I'm tired ALL of the time...but there is too much of a world to save for me to be wasting time napping! Well, now I'm remembering the real reason why I don't nap during the day...It's almost midnight, and here I am...tapping away at the keyboard as if my life depended upon it.  *Sigh*  I have a test tomorrow morning...and a long night at work tomorrow...

Curses to medicine head!  Curses!