buscopan - hyocsine

[Guest guest]

It's been a strange night for me. Like I've mentioned our doctors are on

job-action, and I've not been able to get hold of my doc. Consequently I

was left to my own devices to cope with awful spasms, constipation and

explosive menstrual flow. Like hell I'm going to emergency in the middle

of all this mess. About a month ago the doc had suggested I try

buscopan. I think it was Bill who mentioned it was used a truth serum

during war (forgot which one). The first time I took it I had an

'accident' while out of the house, so blamed it on the meds and did not

take it again.

By last night however it was desperate. There were moments so painful and

scary I almost called 911. So I rifled through the 'what did not work'

container and tried it again (just the one dose at about 6 pm). Did little

but make me apathetic to my pain last night. Gotta say, I slept unusually

well. Woke up to ghastly spasms, tried several times to use the washroom

(remained retentive in all areas as before). At noon I started to empty,

in all respects. I was relieved (in all ways) but very weak. Almost

impossible to concentrate on anything. Concentrated on taking in potasium

(milk, kiddie vitamins), drank lots. Can't say that buscopan was

responsible for this relief, but, it could, no other parts of my routine

changed.

Took the buscopan again tonight at 7pm. Must say I'm feeling almost too

pleasant (giggly, hard time sitting up without folding up). Getting

nothing done. I was brought up in a predominantly Calvinist country,

educated in Catholic Schools, this all so pleasant feeling and the laissez

faire attitude it spawned is creating a bit of inner conflict. Imagined I

could let it go if the Pope himself would absolve me for feeling this good,

and excusing me because after all I am ill. Remembered at the same time

that he has Parkinsons, is much older than me, and is booked for personal

appearances in 2003. On my other shoulder sit s Leary telling me to

let go. I respect both figures, so I remain ambiguous but strangely

content. Feeling bad about feeling good. Ah, to just be Irish and

Catholic insttead of Dutch and Catholic.

I'm not sure what to do with all this. The prescription suggested up to 3

x day (10 mg), no way these can be cut in half. I only take it the one

time. Since there are no doctors to ask, I'm bouncing the ball into your

court. I'll just crabwalk to my couch, and disolve gently into the

feathers, shapeless as a jellyfish.

Elliot - I share your horror at a music industry driven by focus groups,

and your distrust of Microsoft Software.

aletta mes

vancouver, bc Canada

web: http://aletta.0catch.com