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I’ve been taken off this wonder drug at the start of the week already and put on something else but its effects are still wreaking domestic havoc at my house. It will be another two weeks before my system is free of this combustible energy source.

Last week, I was unable to sit still at my desk in the middle of the day. I kept having to stand up and sit down and take walks, etc. It was a good thing I was alone on my side of the dungeon (where I work). Now that energy level has died down but yesterday I let the beast out of its cage in all of it’s glory and I’m SO glad I called in sick because my coworkers would have probably called to get me committed if I had had to expend that much energy in my little 10×10 cubicle.

I woke up at 7am and after using the bathroom and seeing what was there (dog excrement everywhere) I became disgusted to an extent that I couldn’t function. I just HAD to stay home and clean the house. So I called in sick. I said I wasn’t feeling well, which isn’t a total lie because “disgust”, “nausea”, “horror”, and “mental paralysis” aren’t exactly adjectives one uses when one is feeling GOOD.

I cleaned for five (5) straight hours and at the speed I was working I probably completed the equivalent to 10 man hours of cleaning and I’M NOT DONE YET. But this might just hint at the exact condition of the house. I feel a little bad using a sick day to do this sort of thing but I just had to do it.

My husband has prozac to thank for his now clean house. At one point he said to me “I apprecate what you’re doing but aren’t you being a little obsessive?”. Hey, don’t complain, ok? You no longer have to step over things to get from the front door to the couch and your computer and video games.