Make sure you don't stop taking any medication "cold turkey." I did without knowing it and all I wanted to do is sleep. I was getting stinging pains in my leg while trying to get to sleep. I didn't feel like eating anything for three days, and I did not want to say a word to anyone. Unfortunately we had a dinner date with friends Phyliss and Herb, so we went to Ben's Kosher deli. I ordered some corned beef and pastrami on a plate with some stuffed derma and french fries. I tried eating a little of it, but couldn't finish my plate; so we put it in a box and took it home. Rho wanted to call my VA doctor, but I said no way; she claimed that i was depressed. I did have all the symptoms. But the next day, Rho came home from some errands and said she believed my problem was that I wasn't taking my Neurontin pill which is used for vascular problem in my leg. We ran out of that medication and we ordered a refill a couple of weeks ago from the VA, but the medication had not arrived. So Rho called the pharmacy on our plan and the pharmacist said that my symptoms were typical of withdrawal from that pill. Your not supposed to just stop it at once. But Rho got a prescription from the pulmonary doctor and from Walgreens she picked up 45 of those pills--the generic is called "gabapentin". She paid $50 cash for them, and that afternoon the meds arrived from the VA! Since I'm back on, I no longer behave like some ghost rising from the dead. The moral of this story is don't run out of your pill.
Yesterday we watched the inauguration of Barack Obama. The man is so "down to earth" with a personality that is mesmerizing. His wife is gorgeous and the two girls are adorable. Can't stop thinking of the fun they''ll be having in the White House. No doubt they'll be driven to school by secret service agents and they'll be at the school all day. The kids will never be free from the protection of these agents. And their dad will not be behind the wheel of his car for a very long time. Won't happen. I just wonder if he can order his favorite food from the chefs or does he have to eat whatever they put in front of him. No doubt the kids will have their hot dogs or hamburgers. What happens if he wants shrimp chow mein, wonton soup, and an egg roll? Can he go to a Chinese restaurant? Changing the subject, Rho is having her birthday on Feb. 2--groundhog day. Every year it falls on groundhog day. We're planning to invite four couples to dinner who are neighbors in this building. Actually there is another couple, good friends of ours, in a different building. My birthday arrives on Feb. 27 and Rho wants to do something special because she considers 85 a special birthday. 85 is a kind of special age--I feel it every day--that is "the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune." But there is not much you can do about it. You just have to deal with it. I'm dealing with it the best that I can, but it's not much fun. I can't wait till I'm 90! Rho says she wont live till I'm 90 because care givers go first. In that case I suppose I'll have to go to an assisted living facility or a nursing home??? That is totally unsatisfactory;there must be a better idea.
Meanwhile, before I'm 90 I have to catch up on what's new on the computer. I keep seeing things like My Space, My Face, Facebook, You Tube, etc. I have no clue as to what those webs are for. My intellect tells me that they are for a different generation. Nevertheless, I'll have to see the benefits involved in each of these, whatever. I'm sure there are more; maybe like Plaxo. I'm not too joyful about that. I know I've not published a blog for several days; part of the explanation of that can be found in the beginning of this one.
