shaking way too hard to think
May. 15th, 2009 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
constanceI take allergy medication every day, and have for years. For a while, it was Allegra, but when Claritin went OTC I switched, and it mostly did what I needed it to do, so I just kept taking it. In just this last year or so, though, I've been having trouble, not with my dermographism, which is the important thing and THANK GOD is under control with the Claritin, but I've been getting some killer sinus headaches, and so when Zyrtec went OTC, I decided to try it, and just recently, I started my first course.
And. Holy Shit. It turns out that I am a freaking zombie on Zyrtec. A deranged zombie. Barely conscious, completely out-of-it, unable to concentrate on anything. And as a bonus, completely emotionally unstable, woohoo! It took me a few days to make the connection, because as I've mentioned before, I tend not to notice these things right away. But once I realized, I stopped taking the stuff, et voilà, back to normal more-or-less immediately.
Seriously, this side effect thing. It's enough to make you stop and think about the freaky shit you're willing to pack into your body, just to avoid breaking out in constant contact hives.
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And I mentioned that my father bailed on the trip to New York, but. In typical capricious Dad fashion, a fashion that would render him homicidal were anyone to pull this shit on him (pls excuse filial bitterness), he's suddenly decided he's going after all, and ignoring any and all advice from natives and tourists alike has booked a midtown hotel for us. So thanks for the pointers, kids, but they're wasted on me. Still, though, he's going to come! Maybe he likes me after all.
What this means, though. Is that Plans Are in the Offing. Lots of plans, because my father cannot possibly take a trip without an extensive itinerary in place. So! I want to meet you NYC people, even if only for a little while! Are you interested? If so, let me know in his post or by email, and I'll tell you what we have planned and when and with whom, and maybe it'll happen. I hope it will happen.
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And. Holy Shit. It turns out that I am a freaking zombie on Zyrtec. A deranged zombie. Barely conscious, completely out-of-it, unable to concentrate on anything. And as a bonus, completely emotionally unstable, woohoo! It took me a few days to make the connection, because as I've mentioned before, I tend not to notice these things right away. But once I realized, I stopped taking the stuff, et voilà, back to normal more-or-less immediately.
Seriously, this side effect thing. It's enough to make you stop and think about the freaky shit you're willing to pack into your body, just to avoid breaking out in constant contact hives.
:::
And I mentioned that my father bailed on the trip to New York, but. In typical capricious Dad fashion, a fashion that would render him homicidal were anyone to pull this shit on him (pls excuse filial bitterness), he's suddenly decided he's going after all, and ignoring any and all advice from natives and tourists alike has booked a midtown hotel for us. So thanks for the pointers, kids, but they're wasted on me. Still, though, he's going to come! Maybe he likes me after all.
What this means, though. Is that Plans Are in the Offing. Lots of plans, because my father cannot possibly take a trip without an extensive itinerary in place. So! I want to meet you NYC people, even if only for a little while! Are you interested? If so, let me know in his post or by email, and I'll tell you what we have planned and when and with whom, and maybe it'll happen. I hope it will happen.
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