The anti-nausea drugs are awesome.

It’s weird, but I didn’t actually expect them to work, somehow–even though I know that the brain and the body are pretty much the same thing, for some reason it seemed alien that a loathing of food brought on by Bleak Despair(tm) could be stopped by mere anti-nausea drugs. As if you couldn’t possibly treat a psychosomatic symptom without twidding with the brain.

But I sat down and devoured an entire French drip sandwich and fries and felt pretty okay about it. (Granted, I should probably go for the veggies rather than the starches, I know, but by that point, I was thinking “Anything I can look at without puking is a Good Thing.”)

The anti-anxiety were interesting. I have this habit of having long, long conversations inside my head, which is great when I’m writing dialog or composing a blog entry, but terrible if I’m stressed, because I wind up having the same pointless one-sided arguments over and over again, and they only make me miserable. And this particular drug made it much easier to stop having them. I didn’t feel any better, per se, I had no more energy or less misery, but at least I wasn’t dredging up all the old hurts and yelling about them in the sounding chamber of my own skull. I’ll definitely need more than that to get out of the hole, but the ability to choke off those arguments and say “No…no, this isn’t productive…” was very nice.

Alas, I can take neither anti-nausea nor anti-anxiety while I need to drive, but at least I have an evening of  peace and hunger to look forward to.

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