Drugs Drugs Drugs

Well I would just like to report that A and I have been tripping out on these antibiotics. Moments of sanity slip through our fingers like grains of sand slip through the beaches and onto to peoples private gardens. . .

Anyway. Nightmares, a metallic taste in the mouth, busting to go to the loo many times a night, feeling generally pretty rough and not well. Emotions are a riot, I cried for three hours yesterday without pause.

Tomorrow night comes the addition of another antibiotic to double the murderous power.

At work: deadlines deadlines deadlines crowd in closer like the lunatics in my hallucinations.

All in all – please Santa, all I want for Christmas is to be off these damn pills and drunk in the corner. . . .