Went to the doctor on Monday and my blood pressure was 100/52. HA! Guess all that cardio is worth something.

I seem to have developed an allergy to one or more of the drugs I was on before, so I've been pulled off of all of those and am now on new ones. I have a very hard time with drugs--I'm already allergic to darn near every antibiotic on the planet. Now I seem to be allergic to some steroids as well. (There go my dreams of becoming a heavyweight bodybuilder! Snarf.)

I'm going to Meridian, MS again next week for another narcotics school. Since my laptop died I will not be making entries while I am there, but since I haven't exactly been a daily-journaller lately anyway, I don't think my readership will go into withdrawl too badly. I'm looking forward to this school (though I admit I'd be looking forward to it more if I was feeling better, but oh well.) This class is all about highway interdiction, or how to find the bad guys running the drugs. Everyone who's ever been to this class says it is excellent.

Hmm.. I think my sleepy-pills that I took half an hour ago are kicking in. The doctor asked me if I'd been having trouble sleeping, and I admitted to him that I hadn't been sleeping well at all, and in fact had been resorting to taking two benadryl and half a glass of wine before going to bed. He blanched slightly at that and offered to prescribe me something.

Of course I'm anal as all hell about knowing exactly what's going into my body due to my multitudinous drug allergies, so of course I looked it up when I got home. I was amused to find that this particular drug is also prescribed for treatment of anxiety. I'm thinking, I have no life--I have no husband, no boyfriend, no kids, I go to work, I go to the gym, I go home, that's it. What the hell do I have to be anxious about?