I left the R/L Clinic last night with a baggie of las drogas [DRO-gus, drugs]:
Cefadroxilo for inflammation and pain (not that there is any at all… amazing);
Flamydol (or Diclofenaco Potasico) for inflammation;
Dormicum – 7.5mg to make me sleep; and
Lorazepam – 2mg to really knock me out… 2mg. I guess they thought I’d be REALLY wide awake and ready to disco?
I did not take the knock-out drugs. I was never good with drugs – I hate being knocked out. I can hardly enjoy nitrous oxide. Happy gas, my foot. The whole process makes me nervous as heck. Although, at the dentist, I do my best with it because whatever a dentist will do that requires happy gas, I would rather be on drugs.
Feeling better this morning. (Particularly since I’m not completely woozy!) It’s annoying to not be able to see clearly. It’s like looking thru a glass brick. Other than that, no troubles.
Everything reminds me of a song, which, of course, drives the boys nuts. Leonard Cohen’s I Came So Far For Beauty keeps running thru my head: "I came so far for beauty, I left so much behind…" I never quite understand Mr. Cohen’s songs, but I love them. Very mysterious. I yearn to be mysterious. And to sing like Jennifer Warnes does on Famous Blue Raincoat. My next life!
You’re gonna look fabulous. Although you looked pretty good before! Keep up with the pix of your new look.