The vertigo I had all last week is somewhat over. Aren't you glad? And when I say "somewhat" I mean that I'm still kind of dizzy, but not in a grab-a-chair-because-the-world-is-spinning-out-of-control-and-I-can't-get-my-eyes-to-stop-jumping-and-OMG-get-me-a-bucket-cuz-I'm-gonna-puke! kind of dizzy, but the regular, "boy, I feel kind of spacey and shitty" kind of dizzy. I blame the icky way I feel on the medicine.
The medicine I take for it is Scopolamine. When the first wave of vomiting hits, the drug seems like a miracle, but after a couple of days on it, the novelty of not constantly throwing-up wears off and I start to get concerned about my blurry vision and constant headache, and I start to wonder about the drug that is coursing through my body. Apparently it is used in Colombia as a date-rape drug. It's street name is "Devil's Breath" and there is a video on YouTube called "The World's Scariest Drug." Great. The real problem is that in high enough quantities, it inhibits your ability to make memories. So you can be on the drug, seem totally normal and coherent and then the next day you don't remember anything at all. Which I guess might explain why I woke up in a bathtub full of ice with a ten inch incision in my side and a note that said, "Thanks for the kidney. You better get to the hospital."
The medicine I take for it is Scopolamine. When the first wave of vomiting hits, the drug seems like a miracle, but after a couple of days on it, the novelty of not constantly throwing-up wears off and I start to get concerned about my blurry vision and constant headache, and I start to wonder about the drug that is coursing through my body. Apparently it is used in Colombia as a date-rape drug. It's street name is "Devil's Breath" and there is a video on YouTube called "The World's Scariest Drug." Great. The real problem is that in high enough quantities, it inhibits your ability to make memories. So you can be on the drug, seem totally normal and coherent and then the next day you don't remember anything at all. Which I guess might explain why I woke up in a bathtub full of ice with a ten inch incision in my side and a note that said, "Thanks for the kidney. You better get to the hospital."
OMG I've heard of that happening!!!!
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Whoa, ya just never know.
Vertigo is no fun!
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