Almost like the Lost Weekend.
No snakes came out of the walls, no bats flew around my room.
But I had some really weird dreams and I was pretty much incapable of doing normal things without being clumsy. I walked into walls and felt disoriented. On the up side, I felt none of the usual leg pain. That was remarkable. It was actually a pleasant buzz and I sort of liked it. But I was fully aware that I was not in operational mode and should not, for instance, be driving a vehicle. The GP did not mention any side effects like this when she prescribed this medication. I learned about it on the web.
Maybe the GP did not anticipate my reaction at the dose prescribed. Perhaps I am sensitive to this drug, or the other medications I am on interacted in some way.
Whatever, this morning I still felt a bit wonky so after tending to the laundry, feeding and playing with Zeus, I spent much of the day in bed enjoying some more weird dreams. All a bit surreal, if not psychedelic.
Before I did I spoke to the neighbours who were up early raking up leaves in their yard. They asked how I was and I told them I was still a bit stoned and told them why. My natural honesty and frankness coming out.
It may be coincidence, but shortly after I spoke to the neighbours, the boss called on the phone. I told her about the state I was in and why. She was very supportive. I promised to get back to normal before I drive up to town.
I shall not be taking any more of these pills until I have spoken again with the doc.
When I was 16 I had a similar experience taking some medication prescribed by one Dr. Ogg at the Bexley clinic in Remuera. He was supposed to be curing my stammer. I know he started me on Mogadon, then switched me to something else. I don’t know what it was; the pills were stamped with the letters OCPA. I was stoned out of my head for months until Peter Gruebner, my form teacher and subsequent friend and role model, contacted my mother to say the school thought I might be a drug addict. She flushed the pills down the loo. I went through a difficult withdrawal period.
Mind you, I never stammered while I was taking those pills.
I was riding a 250cc Triumph Tigress at the time. FSM only knows how I stayed alive.
I did not like giving them up though. The withdrawal was difficult. I don’t remember much about that time, except while coming down I had a fight with my brother for some reason I do not remember and smashed my guitar over his head. That ended my future as a rock star and set me on a different path. I never did learn to play. A tragic loss to the world of music.
That is not going to happen again.