No Subject - Because My Brain Is No Working

I really need to stop drinking wine. Not vodka, tequila, or hard alcohol. But wine. Why? Because this has now happened twice, maybe thrice in recent memory.

2 Glasses Wine = Passing out, i.e. FAINTING in the bathroom when I get up at 3 a.m. to pee.

Nothing quite like pissing and then wondering why you're on the floor of the bathroom. It's a bit scary. Interestingly enough, when I'm OUT and have a glass of wine, it's not a problem, probably because I'm awake metabolizing it. But the second I decide to indulge at home, whether it be a "let's relax" night or a party, I'm out. And honestly? It's only been by a few inches that I've not had a couple concussions. Which makes me wonder if I'm putting myself on the floor before I pass out? I really have no idea whatsoever. This morning my head was pushing the base of the bathtub. 1 more inch and I probably would have cracked my head open.

So, continuing on that momentum, lots of thoughts. Is it the RNY? Probably. I can't have a cup o' grapes without dumping, so it stands to reason that their derivative might be worse. Is it the Cymbalta?

http://depression.emedtv.com/cymbalta/cymbalta-and-alcohol.html

Well, that's news. But I'm good with hard spirits, so really, who the fuck knows? I like that the article says "Do not take your Cymbalta WITH alcohol". Well, who takes their morning medication with alcohol? Anywho. Lesson learned, until next time anyway.

Couple things going on.

I've been playing around with my meds because I ran out and I'm waiting for a shipment from Canada. NEVER a good thing, but I'm too nuts to call my physician and ask for meds in the interrim because that a) shows irresponsibility and b) my health insurance doesn't cover 'em, so it would cost money. And I'm feeling guilty enough given that I have surgery on Wednesday.

Speaking of surgery, it didn't become real until yesterday when I saw Dr. Aboolian. Wow. I has boobs? I has no batwings?

Continuing on my non-sensical ramblings, I went to shul last night and listened to a great sermon on how the definition of a "curse" is "lack of hope". Right, the rabbis in Babylonia dealt with severe depression. But it makes me think anyway, and given my reaction to wine, I had this split second idea at 6 a.m., which I then went "WTF?" on.

"Hmm, maybe I should stay in California for the medical marijuana. Obviously alcohol ain't the answer, but pot makes me relax and sleep well".

Yeah, that lasted 1 second. Back to normal Shira.

Other thoughts? I feel badly about bingeing last night. 2,700 calories, WAY over budget. I don't binge on pot, just wine. Anyone seeing a connection here? Can't say the Haagen Dazs wasn't good, but still. Maybe not a good idea.

And that's all. Back to sleep. It's July 4th, and my morning and afternoon plans cancelled on me. Pisses me off, goddamit. But whatever.