Dear Pharma,

Dear Pharma,


Thank you so much for "making me well" while "making me crazy."  I appreciate the fact that physicians are guessing when it comes to diagnosis and a 3 week, head splitting, tennis ball green snot blowing, infection.  But YOUR DRUGS ARE MAKING ME CRAZY.  


Why do you call it a Z-pack anyway?  Z for...zany?  Your z-pack has done nothing for me except nullify all my other medications.  My thyroid?  Totally inactive.  I now sleep all day.  And when I am awake?  My hormones are zoinkers.  I could have thrown my t.v. out the window today while playing an innocent game of wii Billards.  I finally just threw the wii-mote across the room, stormed upstairs and lay in my bed crying.  Over a wii game.  Psycho.  


Thank you, too, for turning the lymph nodes in my neck into hot coals.  Between the mood alterations, lack of head pounding relief, and sleep, I am a freaking mess.  A mess!


Hugs and sleepy kisses,


Careless