Thursday 4 March 2010

I have a prescription for "My Mate Zac" as the LBJ and I refer to fluoxetine.
My next decision is whether or not to get it filled. I never filled the last one, as I just didn't seem to need it -it sat on my desk as a safety net if things got any worse, they didn't, so it lapsed.
One reason for not wanting to fill it is that "its inclined to affect me prowess!", as Flanders and Swann said... Well - it actually removed the need/feeling/interest for some considerable time. And for some time after I stopped taking it.
That might be a shallow thing, or it might not. I no longer know.
I do know that I don't like it.

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