Of Drugs and Side Effects

So I’ve been unwell and it’s been a real downer. And predictably enough, the worst part was the drugs. I finish today at lunch time and can’t wait. Probably go for a drink later on to celebrate the end of antibiotics!

Anyhoo, when I was given the dawa I decided not to read the box or the ka-slip that comes with it as I was sure I would get each and every side-effect if I knew of it beforehand. So when I got through one of them, I read the slip and was shocked to find that the drug has been found to be carcinogenic when tested on lab rats! I mean really! What’s the point of having the ability to send a man to the moon and a bot to Mars if we can’t cure illnesses without causing CANCER! For crying out loud all I had was a tummy infection which I find a tad more convenient than radiotherapy! Then the other drug’s side effects included a pre-disposition to seizures!!!

On reading some more I recognized most of the side-effects as what I had taken for granted to be caused by the infection. One was a furry feeling in the mouth which I would never actually have understood but for the experience (you don’t want to know). Another was a feeling of daftness which they described as a feeling of confusion. I was much pleased to realize that that was a side effect and not just a natural mental state. I’ll watch for improvements.

Well now I’m glad to say that I’m better and roaring to go. I only wish someone would take the time to make drugs look more appealing and taste better … and of course make them less harmful than what they’re curing.

Of Christian Rock and Daima

So this long weekend, I chose to go to Sherlock’s Den on Sunday. They had promised a great array of rock all night long and I thought that that would just make my evening perfect.

I’d been thinking of doing a meal there since they had such exotic named dishes on their menu, but not being overly hungry, I decided to settle for a cheese pie. So it came like 20 minutes after I ordered it, lukewarm and without cutlery. Thinking that must have been an oversight, I sent the waiter for a knife and fork which he brought back with a cheeky smile. I came to realise the reason for his amusement soon enough when I found that cutting through the pie with a knife and fork would have given Samson a hard time … even with his locks. My boyfriend, thinking (as all men do) that I was just being a damsel in distress tried to remedy the situation and took over the attempts at cutting. When that failed, and short of asking for a chain saw, I just bit in. Heh!

I interrupt this imagery to take you inside the pie. As I bit in and struggled to bite through the cheese, I realised what the problem was. They must have used a chunk of Daima cheese which they didn’t even bother to grate. You must here understand that Daima cheese products are very special. I once bought a chunk of Daima cheddar cheese for its cheap price and almost threw it out. Chewing on it is like chewing on rubber that just won’t let you get the better of it. You chew and chew and when you get tired just swallow coz that’s one battle you just won’t win!

Anyhoo, upon walking in, I had noticed a band setting up and positioned myself strategically to get the best out of their performance. They tuned their instruments to Systems of a Down, and it was all I could do to stop myself from dashing forth and giving them a list of my requests. After waiting patiently and downing more Black Ices than I otherwise would have, they begin. I don’t know the 1st, 2nd … 3rd songs and then I realise why: this is a Christian rock band. I was so sad. Not that there’s anything wrong with Christian music but I really felt cheated. It was like going to a book store only to find that it was a zoo. Mis-representation was the problem. The band (Rock of Ages) by the way was very very good … especially the kid on drums.

I left and went to Choices which is yet to disappoint me!