I've been having a lovely week. It's my sane week. The week I am happy and not afraid of terrorists and plastic water bottles causing cancer. Next week I'll be in full PPMD mode, so I'm trying to savour the moments while I can.
I am going to see a homeopath today. Still not sure of the difference between the Homeopath and the Naturopath, but Shantih called me from Montreal to suggest that I see this woman, so I'll give it a shot. I am quite certain she is going to tell me to go off stimulants (caffeine, alcohol, sugar) and she may as well hand me a noose while she's at it. Even though I know these things are not good for me and that I'll be better without them, I have a hard time with the idea of giving stuff up. It's not like a have a crack addiction -- and regardless of how I paint myself, I am so far from being an alcoholic. But I am also aware that I have food sensitivities, which I choose to ignore because I'd rather be stuffed up all the time than to know a life without Brie.
Anyway, I'm going to try the natural route before I pop the pills. Just for a month. If I see no change, then I will be forced to take the pills. Because full blown panic attacks are not fun.
One great way to stave off the crazies is to make light of it. I have downloaded Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy" which promises to be the "Hey Ya" of 2006, only better. What an awesome track. I believe the song is about schizophrenia, which one of the two members of the band may have. Anyway, if you play it over and over, shouting the refrain, "I think I'm crazy" you can put your nutty self in a pretty good mood. So get the song already, you bunch of psychos!
Off to the Homeopath. I'll let y'all know how it goes later.