Cyclobenzaprine with trazodone

Very good story, JB, thanks much for posting it here. You almost got me to feel sorry for Donna. Almost. I kind of picture her just drifting
through life for a few months, then washing half a bottle of trazodone, or maybe oxycodone down with a bottle of gin, and just giving up. It really is sad.
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bornwildnfree, I sent you a private message. Please contact me.
As for everyone else ... life keeps adding on the 'happy' {sarcasm}.
My neurologist decided to prescribe a more powerful tool to manage the pain in my feet. So, he gave me a foot cream. What wasn't obvious was the non-prescribed 'side effects' of the foot cream which included ... (sigh) ...
Well, as my feet have been hurting like sons-a-bitches, I was slathering that cream on three and four times a day. It had minimal positive effect which was leagues ahead of the pain I was going through. Besides, it was foot cream. What was the worse that could happen?
Baclofen (2%) ~ [Lightheadedness or fainting, trouble seeing, severe tiredness, weakness],
Cyclobenzaprine (2%) ~ [Anxiety, restlessness, seeing or hearing things that are not there, severe drowsiness, fainting, or confusion],
Diclofenac (3%) ~ [Sudden or severe headache, or problems with vision, speech, or walking],
Gabapentin (6%) ~ [Behavior problems, aggression, restlessness, trouble concentrating, moodiness (especially in children), problems with coordination, shakiness, unsteadiness, unusual moods, or behaviors, thoughts of hurting yourself, feeling depressed, dizziness, drowsiness, sleepiness, tiredness],
Lidocaine (2%) ~ [which, somewhat stunningly, isn't trying to fuck with my head]
So I've been staggering around in a semi-lucid state for the past several days, unable to figure out why I couldn't do much, if any, writing. It took me complaining to my wife to provide some clarity.
I repeat - it is freaking foot cream!
I've stopped with the foot-crack and am back to dealing with the pain. Hopefully I'll be back to writing soon too.
James aka FinalStand

Scene: Large room with floor covered in set mousetraps with ping pong balls. You toss in a ping pong ball. Some traps go off. Try again with same response. Try again with same response. Try again with same response. Try again with same response. Try again with same response. Try again with same response...

A story like this makes me appreciate a woman with morals, with character, with ethics, and with honor. She has none.

This was real! Palpable! Infused with humanity! Characters who meant well but struggled with life, with love, with loss, with memories, with communicating! We love their imperfections and struggles, their goodness and caring! We grow to understand and love them!