I’m sort of excited about the flight tomorrow. Normally the prospect of a six our plane ride would get me pretty anxious. However this time I have a secret weapon on my side to help battle my paranoia. Drugs! I was given a prescription for Ativan before a recent dentist appointment and I still have one of the two tablets given to me. I gotta say this I was blown away by how much the Ativan helped with my anxiety. It didn’t just help, it got rid of it entirely. In its place was a carefree feeling of contentment with just a hint of drowsiness. I sat there in the car while Kara drove me to the dentist marveling at my new found easy-going demeanor. I remember thinking to myself, “Wow, is this what normal humans feel like??E
Obviously I don’t intend to take the drug on a regular basis. I’m pretty sure that my creativity is directly linked to my anxiety. The way my brain currently handles uncomfortable or scary situations is to make jokes. I guess that since I now make a living off of those jokes I should probably keep away from mind altering drugs. Tomorrow though I’ll take my last pill and enjoy my flight to New Jersey.
-Gabe out
