Valley of the Dolls

The Flaming Curmudgeon was in the body shop last week for his annual physical. All seems to be well, except of course for the continued anxiety which manifests itself in an irrational fear that if he goes somewhere (just about anywhere outside a ten-block radius of his home) he will crap his gay pants in public. Sure, it’s downright Freudian but knowing that doesn’t calm the anxiety. Then there’s the ridiculous weight gain since January. Now tipping the scales at a mind-blowing 192 pounds of swish, the Flaming Curmudgeon is not amused. So, in order to break the pattern of anxiety the doctor prescribed Librax which is for irritable bowel explaining that if we can treat the physical, perhaps the mental will improve. In order to jump start my weight gain and give me energy which has been lacking lately a low dosage of the generic form of Wellbutrin has been prescribed. There should be no interactions of the medications — we discussed this at length. The Wellbutrin also has a side effect of weight loss. So, does that mean the more pills I take the skinnier I will be? Would that life were so simple as that. Anyway, I started the Librax last week, as instructed. This morning I took my first Wellbutrin after worrying for days that it would cause serious side effects and drive me and everyone around me bananas. The doctor said it may make me jittery. Well, since we all know I’m already irritable and anxious and unapproachable, how will I know the difference? Here it is Monday and I’m at the office and I thought I would have no problems but of course now, real or, not, the jitters are starting. Fun. Fun. Fun. Let’s see if I make it through the day. Is it hot in here or is it just me?