Anti-anxiety drugs in this case–something called Hydroxyz pam. Apparently you can’t call in a controlled substance across state lines, so this and an anti-nausea are the best my doctor could do for me until I get back home. Still, at this point, I will happily take what I can get.
(Why, yes, I will be blogging my psychopharmacological adventures. Did you expect anything less?)
The side-effects of this drug are drowsiness and dizziness, so I can’t drive. I haven’t noticed much yet in the way of dizziness, but then, I’m not jogging around the room any, because Carlota’s elderly Manx is asleep in my lap.
I don’t feel miraculously better, but I’m not seized with an urge to cry, and I’m not yelling at anybody inside my head, so there’s a lot to be said for that.
