I'm not crazy, I'm ... oh wait ...

Last night, after Paul read my post, we did a little research on the effects of the clonazepam. Fortunately, I feel a little less crazy after reading the product information and some other stuff from Erowid.

For starters, I’m not just "losing touch." It’s anterograde amnesia, which comes part and parcel with the medication. Ditto for the extreme fatigue. And I had to giggle at the adverse effect dubbed “intellectual ability reduced.” I’m not quite sure what that means, but perhaps I can blame the medicine for my inability to finish the NYT crossword. ::grins::

Also found out it’s in the same class as Rohypnol, Librium, etc., but much stronger at similar doses. (To put it in perspective, the White House says roofies are 10 times more potent than Valium. And clonazepam is twice as potent as roofies.) Honestly, it did scare me a bit — enough to ensure that I will come off the Klonopin as soon as I feel well enough. In the meantime, I’m starting to understand what my husband means when he tells me he “vaguely” remembers something:

Me: “Don’t forget, we have plans to go to (whatever) tomorrow night, so I’ll need you to be home from work at a decent time.”
Him: “We have plans?”
Me: “Yes, we discussed them last week. You said it wouldn’t be a problem.”
Him: “I did?”
Me (exasperated): “Yes. Don’t you remember any of that conversation?”
Him: “Vaguely.”
Me: "AAARGHHHHH!" (like a pirate)

Okay, that’s enough about my seasonal medication issues for now. I promise I won’t bring it up again for another month or two. If I say too much, Paul, Jeremy and Carrie worry unnecessarily, and that’s not emotionally healthy. Take it from a real expert on emotional health — me!

Speaking of Carrie, I have a 12 minute, 20 second voicemail on my cell from around 5:50 a.m. today. I assume she accidentally dialed me while she was driving, because all that’s audible is her singing along to the same Coldplay song over and over. She says they're different songs, but they don't sound like it.

Paul suggested I rip the message and post it, but I already caught hell for the photos, so I’ll refrain. Get it? That’s a pun. A very bad pun. Oh, cut me a break already, peoples. I know you’re laughing on the inside.

P.S. I used MSPaint to create an artist's rendering of Carrie singing. It's all love. <3