It's 11:15 -- Do You Know Where Your Synapses Are?

Week Three of Deep Fried Insanity (or as I've been wont to describe the sensation of having my brain replaced with a 50/50 mix of helium and dog shit).

Today I titrate up, again. This time, the "one more pill" is done during daylight hours. Actually popped it right before starting this blog post. I go to the neuro this week for my three week follow up to see how well I'm tolerating the medication.

In the last week or so I have:

• Sung a line from Ashford & Simpson's "Solid As A Rock";
• Hummed "The Chicken Dance Song" whilst heating up some chicken noodle soup;
• Did the "Cabbage Patch" (albeit poorly);
• Channeled the ghost of Edith Bunker and shriek-sang the word, "Shish-keee-bah-beeee" repeatedly;
• Sang what I refer to as the "Papaya" song;
  
• Sang "Mr. Bifurcated Penis... More than meets the eye," as if it were a new super hero;
• Before getting into the car this morning, I LITERALLY screamed out the words "DEEP FRIED INSANITY!!!!!," and the Maharajah in true blue fashion, did not raise an eyebrow, nor did he admonish me, let alone react in any way whatsoever, as if it were the most normal thing;
  
• And lastly, today I sang the words "Blue Blocker," only to realize I did it to the same jingle/lilt as the "Hot Pockets" jingle.

Is this a glimpse into insanity or old age? Will I be one of those crazy old people uttering totally incongruent, yet wholly EFFed up and entertainingly inappropriate things?

Week 2: Two 25 mg pills last night

Outlook: Fatigued, slightly hung-over, yet not incredibly so.

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Week One Status: Optomistic

Hit a plateau yesterday, where the fog lifted and I felt normalish.

Today, I encountered an issue with short term memory problems (I couldn't recall the names of the two movies I saw this weekend).

On schedule, I'll be doubling dose tonight.

WITH trepidation.

This Ring Reminded Me of A PolyCystic Ovary (Click it to go to the Etsy shop where I found it):

BMI: What Is It Good For... Absolutely Nothing

Lowest BMI, 1982: 17
Highestet BMI, 2007: 41

Classified as "extremely obese."

The twisted thing here is, my mother, who is easily tipping in at an extra buck (100 lbs) than me, falls into that same classification.

And THAT, THAT! That pisses me off.

Day Three

All I want to do is sleep.

No erratic behavior.

No out of ordinary change in appetite (to my knowledge).

Mild case of dry mouth.

Day 1: Roughly 10 Hours In

Took my first 25 mg dose this a.m. at 2, before I went to bed. About a half hour after taking, I noticed, in the mirror, my pupils doing a weird dilation thing.

Sleep Observations:

Slept soundly. Woke up fitfully. As usual. No out of the ordinary complaints from the husband about my snoring.

Dietary observations:

I cannot tolerate drinking my beloved low sugar cran-grape juice drink. It was totally foul. Putrid even.

However, my life's blood, COFFEE, remains pleasantly neutral on my tongue. No adverse taste problems.

Same thing goes for peanut butter.

Mental State:

Neutral. Pensive, yet not necessarily in an anxious way. Slight problem with typographical errors, but I'm at least aware of it. No difficulties recalling personal or workplace passwords.

Midday Analysis:

Optomistic. So-far-so-good.

Prelude: "Dope"amax

Tonight will be the first dose.

I'm approaching this experiment with great trepidation.