Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Forty Seven: There’s also a law requiring ducks to wear long pants.

A word, here, about the positive but difficult choice. Today is day one without caffeine, and that’s going about as well as you’d think. When I saw my psychiatrist a few weeks ago and we talked about ADHD meds, one of the things he asked me was, “do you drink a lot of coffee?” “I […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Forty Three: Is it just a mist, or does it have arms and legs?

A word, here, about sticking it out. Whatever it was last week that I experienced from the new ADHD meds appears to have been a mirage. This is fine. This is how this process works. It took five tries over the course of a year to find the right combination of medications and dosages to […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty Six: If it’s just us, seems like an awful waste of space.

A word, here, about keeping track of things. Some very interesting changes are happening. With insurance shenanigans straightened out, I finally started taking the new ADHD medication. Now bear in mind I have not taken any kind of stimulant in more than twenty years, and I have not taken any kind of stimulant for therapeutic […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Twenty Nine: You mean just say what the product does?

I went to a restaurant last night. This was something I really wanted to write about, as it’s the first time it’s happened in months, and there were a whole lot of interesting things that happened around it. For whatever reason I am completely unable to. I am having a very hard time doing anything, […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Seventy Nine: Our doctors say this is no time to bleed.

A word, here, about things evolving. I don’t recall if I specifically wrote about it here or just talked with people about it, but at some point around week two or three of this, when it seemed like things would be back to normal by about now, I remember saying, “man, I wonder how rough […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Nine: May my path be lit up by the bridges that I’ve burned.

A word, here, about antidepressants. Let’s be clear about something from the jump here – this is not Prozac Nation. I am not here to whine. I am the fucking poster child for psychopharmacology. But it’s not a light switch. And now is as good a time as any to spend a little time clarifying […]