waves of orgasmic bliss

oh. my. god. buspar is my new favorite drug in the whole wide world. about an hour after i popped the first pill, these waves were washing over me, like i had just benefited from wild donkey sex. it scared me some to be at work, i felt so good. the waves have subsided, but the release from the anxiety-triggered, anvil-heavy, physical pressure continues - which of course makes me wonder if i should have been engaged in a sexual marathon this weekend and could have avoided the drugs altogether - except that with so much anxiety compressing me from all sides, i have had zero desire for nookie for days. which may be changing. hmmmmm.

i couldn't have started the meds at a better time. my sister called this afternoon with the results of an mri her dr ordered last week. she has had episodic vertigo for years, but she's had it for weeks this time, and worse than ever - she can't work, she can't drive, she can't do much but lay on the bed and try to figure out which combination of eyes closed and shut makes her head hurt the least. so today she learned as a result of the mri that both the radiologist and her primary think she has multiple sclerosis. because, you know, neither she nor the rest of us has had enough piled on in the last twelve months.

and i care, but, look ma - no panic!

if it weren't for justin, i would try to marry buspar. which is no more ridiculous than the woman who married a dolphin today, when you really think about it.