Was That the Wrong Pill to Take?

"Ah, pierce me 100 times with your needles fine and I will thank you 100 times, Saint Morphine, you who Aeseulapus has made a God."

Really dig that quote by Jules Verne.  And no, I'm not shooting morphine, though I've had it on occasion, and while only for surgeries, I do understand the appeal.

I skipped a pill the other night due to the lateness of the hour of which I would be going to bed, and boy did I feel it the next morning...and so did everyone else.  I was bouncing off the walls, like I normally am when I don't get any sleep, and someone was kind enough to tell me I was talking with machine gun rapidity.  I was also very sick with allergies and had a slight OD on benadryl this weekend.  Benadryl and my new pill don't mix well.  In fact, my new pill doesn't mix well with a lot of things, and that's really sucking for me.

My wrist was killing me the other day so I snagged a hydro from someone and holy overdose Batman...I've never felt so horrible in my life.  And add to that the benadryl I apparently took too many of I had an atrocious weekend.  Literally had to force myself to finally get out yesterday afternoon to just go run somewhere and get a drink because I had no passion to do anything at all.  I sat on the couch, watched TV, and played videogames from Saturday afternoon until Sunday evening.  What a horrible way to spend my weekend off.  Normally I'm out and about, partying or just trying to stay active, but not this weekend.

And I didn't like it one freaking bit. 

There's not really anybody I could call and say "Hey, I'm feeling like a shut-in, do you mind if I come hang out at your place for a while?"  That just opens the door for all sorts of questions that I don't feel like answering.  Yes, I have friends, and most of them know about my...quirky personality is how I'll put it, but I still feel even more like an outcast or a weirdo if I try and explain how I'm feeling. 

My mind is totally blank up here right now.  And it's never been this way.  I know everyone is telling me that my body is re-adjusting and I'll feel like this for a couple more weeks, but DAYUM!!!  If this is what I've been missing all my life, I'm starting to wonder if I made the right decision to get myself treated.  Yes, I'm sleeping.  But I'm a functioning zombie.  And who the hell wants to feel like that?