My head feels SO MUCH clearer since I stopped taking that stupid coma-inducing drug last night. I'm not as dizzy, I'm able to focus, I'm doing better in class.
I'm in the school library right now, I'm supposed to be transcribing, but I wrote these notes in a drug-induced haze, so they read like "Who parents whether were kept out of hospital the nurse gave complete care to the child." And that's at 60wpm. So yeah, I was rather out of it. I don't have an appointment with the p-sychologist till Monday, but FUCK IT, I am NOT going back on that drug EVER AGAIN. Or any other drug that "might make you woozy." I read online the side effects for the drug and it said "Do not operate machinery or drive." HELLO! That's. All. I. Do. I operate a steno machine and I drive pizza's. Bad choice, doc. I told you I didn't want to go back to this drug, you gave me that condescending p-sychiatrist look, I said all right, I'd try it, and now I've wasted my first week back at school. So BLAH to you.
Yesterday at work sucked for money. I think I make crappy tips on full moon nights.
Must get back to class now. Joy and a half.