Or Was It the Red Pill? Wait - I Don't Have Red Ones...

i seem to have done it again. once again, my memory - which was getting a bit run down on its own, thank you very much - is failing me. my mind used to be a steel trap; i had a photographic memory until i was about 18, at which point it apparently decided it had been working too hard and downgraded itself to a raccoon cage of the aluminum variety. (i have been assured this is perfectly "normal" - people with photographic memories often lose them at some point in their lives. whatever.) somewhere along the way it became more like mosquito netting: it kept most things safe, but every once in a while, something small enough would pass through. now, due i guess to the fibro or whatever the hell's wrong with me, that netting could pass for swiss cheese... the holes are large enough for a hippo to fall through, never mind my day-to-day or hour-to-hour activities. what did i forget this time? my meds. or rather, i forgot what i did with my meds.

this, unfortunately, is not new. i had to go home one day last year because i took the night-time meds in the morning and was literally falling asleep in my first period class. i sometimes forget to take the zoloft in the morning (when i'm always the fuzziest) and if i miss it two days in a row, i get physically ill, which then alerts me to the fact that i haven't taken it. i have one of those colossal pill-counter-container thingies (which john makes fun of me for) but i had been doing so well the last month or two that i haven't been using it. and because of it, i did what i did today... which was forgetting that i took my zoloft this morning, and taking another this afternoon. which is why i'm as wired as a hyena on 5 tripple-shot espressos. my body is beyond exhausted, but my mind - oh it's FAR too excited to be concious. it's 1:23 in the morning, and i'm jumping out of my skin - and trust me, these days i don't EVER bounce, let alone jump, out of anything. i also think i may have a percoset instead of the 800 mg ibuprofin. (hey, the pills look the same. why the percoset bottle was on the counter instead of the ibuprofin bottle is way beyond me. it's hard to tell really. i mean, i found a fork in the freezer yesterday, and a mango in with my tupperware. seriously, i'm ridiculous.) anyway, please excuse the random blathering, because i'm really a big fat mess right now. a big fat AWAKE mess... arrgh.