It's The Drugs

Or at least I think it's the drugs.

Let's see - how many posts have I made here this month? This will be number four. Last January? Forty-six. A month ago? Fifteen.

When did I start on - not a new med - but one that's a generic substitute for the generic substitute I was taking until about mid-December?

Hmm...

I so hate having to take meds to make me, me. But that's the nature of the beast that is me.

So why this post? It's almost my birthday. Maybe that non-milestone is staring me in the face and I'm not at all looking forward to it. Maybe it's that Marilee is starting a new job soon and I won't have time doing this, getting her off to work in a timely fashion. Not that it's been a problem, if at all, over the last year-and-a-half while she's been off work.

Then again, maybe the drugs have finally settled down and my body is finally adjusting to them.

Or, since we have a new insurance plan, yet another generic for a generic generic is coming in the mail this week.

Oh joy.