Remember the Huey Lewis song?
I want a new drug One that won't make me sick One that won' make me crash my car Or make me feel three feet thick I want a new drug One that won't hurt my head One that won't make my mouth too dry Or make my eyes too red One that won't make me nervous Wondering what to do One that makes me feel like I feel when I'm with you When I'm alone with you I want a new drug One that won't spill One that don't cost too much Or come in a pill I want a new drug One that won't go away One that won't keep me up all night One that won't make me sleep all day One that won't make me nervous Wondering what to do One that makes me feel like I feel when I'm with you When I'm alone with you I'm alone with you baby I want a new drug One that does what it should One that won't make me feel too bad One that won't make me feel too good I want a new drug One with no doubt One that won't make me talk too much Or make my face break out One that won't make me nervous Wondering what to do One that makes me feel like I feel when I'm with you When I'm alone with you
I never got that song when it came out, having never done
drugs. However, now that I'm just
turned 38 (how did that happen by the way?), and have had
years of prescription drugs
behind me, I am singing an "Amen" chorus when I think of
this song.
I'm doing the perimenopause thing. For two weeks out of
the month I'm a total lunatic,
unable to control my emotions, my actions, or the words
that come out of my mouth in any
significant way. I've been on two different anti-
depressants and a hormone spray, and last
week I went to the doctor and literally said "I want a
new drug". I just want to feel normal
again. My normal, non_witchy self. Well, she gave me a
new drug, so I'm trying again and
we'll see how this works. I really want my life back
from this insanity of crazy PMS! I have
the only husband in the world who prays for his wife
to bleed! That's just not right!
On another note, I just turned 38. how do I feel about
38? surprisingly, much like I felt
about 37... can't quite believe I'm this old and
don't remotely have it together yet. the
older I get, the less I care about my birthdays. The less
I care about my age and the more I
care about my health. The less I care about what "people"
think, and the more I care about
what my husband and my God think. A lot of growing older
is good. I like not needing everybody
to approve of me. I like that I don't care that much
anymore, that I know who I am and you
can take me or leave me. Things I don't love so much
about getting older. Dye resistant gray
hair. bones aching for no apparent reason. harder to
lose weight. blah blah. No biggie is it?
I've got nothing to complain about...but I do pray
the new drug WORKS!
