And so I’m seeing some weird things. Like the three-foot cockroach that keeps barking at me.
No, it’s not THAT kind of medication. I’m having an allergy test on Thursday morning, and so I’m not allowed to take any anti-histamine drugs during the four days before that. Which means I didn’t take any yesterday, and haven’t taken any today.
And I feel fine, other than the twenty-five-pound weight strapped on my chest, and the too-tight headband squeezing my forehead and temples, and the cotton stuffed into parts of my brain. Meanwhile, that pesky cockroach keeps yipping at me like it wants to be fed…