About 10 days ago, my doctor put me on a new medication for my blood pressure, which, due to my parents’ apparent genetic inferiority, is high.
Really high, despite the former medication – during a check-up the doctor started muttering about a stroke and wrote me a new prescription.
I was told that there would be an adjustment period of ‘a few days’ where I might not feel so well.
During this ‘few’ days, I accomplished the following:
Smashed in the fender of my car trying to back out of my parking space.
Stepped on the cat.
Got lost while swimming. In a pool.
Forgot my own phone number.
Spent half an hour arguing with a cardboard cutout of Austin Powers*
Also, I apparently did some online shopping, as I’m getting packages from eBay that I don’t remember buying. So far, I’ve been too afraid to open any of them.
I’m not sure I want a peek through that window into my psyche.
It was all the bad parts about being really, really drunk with none of the social acceptance. Or drinking.
A week and a half later, I’m finally semi adjusted – meaning the world has stopped being so annoyingly spinny and I can think again.
Except that one of the side effects of this medication is heat intolerance, which, despite my trying to explain my job to my doctor (outside. all day. no breeze. cable. burning sun. pants), just resulted in him advising me to not get dehydrated.
Which is fine – hydration is awesome – but it’s currently hotter than chicken fried ass here in Los Angeles and no matter how much water I drink I still get light-headed, red, and blotchy when I go outside and think about doing anything more strenuous than breathing.
It’s dead right now so I can keep my tomato-colored face inside, but this is going to be a problem in a couple of months – especially since ‘red and blotchy’ progresses through ‘light-headed’ to ‘involuntarily horizontal’ fairly quickly.
Since I can’t imagine that being too terribly popular at work, I have to discuss options with the doctor.
Hopefully, this won’t result in my being put on yet another medication requiring an adjustment.
*That one’s an exaggeration. It was more like 10 minutes.