Before I go into this post, I should state that I am the biggest goody two-shoes on the planet when it comes to drugs -- have never even smoked a cigarette let alone tried anything else. You can start singing "Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee" from "Grease" now. Go ahead. I'll wait...
All good? Do your best Rizzo voice? Excellent. Moving on.
With the above said, I have a feeling that drugs and I wouldn't work well together. I took a fast-acting anti-anxiety med that had been prescribed to me for work travel one night to try it out. That same night, I was convinced a blonde evil leprechaun peeked around the corner of the bedroom. Yeaaah, pretty sure that was not actually reality. Let's hope not, anyway. The real-life version of "Leprechaun" doesn't interest me. Just no. Evil leprechauns are the next step up from clowns and clowns are hideous creatures.
However, I keep hearing about how drugs (and this is about prescription drugs) affect people, and let me tell ya, it sounds like I'm missing out on a hell of a time. From a prescribed sleeping med causing the "most amazing sex of one's life" (with the kind of important side effect that one does not remember said night. Whoops) to an anti-depressant creating strong feelings of horndog'dom (it's a word) -- I've got to say I'm intrigued.
So, tell me. Any stories to share?
2 comments:
....well nothing that compares to voyeuristic blond pixies and sextabulous nights that are then forgotten. (How does one KNOW one has had such a night if one then forgets it?) Crumbs.
LOL One's husband apparently told one about the night prior.
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