eaMy primary physician, finally agreed after tough negotiations, which included a mediator, that I could increase my clonazepam dosage to a meager 1 mg twice a day as I declined his kind offer to hook me on Effexor forever (1:15 minutes to ejaculate minimum). On my side of the settlement, I had to accept to reduce my consumption of alcohol I quote from “two drinks a day during the week and 20 on weekends, to two glasses three times a week”. The rationale behind this condition, besides ruining what’s left of my social life, is that mixing alcohol and Klonopin can potentially lead to death.
This of course gets in the way of my trip to NYC this week-end which includes, based on Fagat’s recommendations (who clearly does not welcome all the visiting French people the same way), a circuit through Mr. Black, Vlada and the Ritz on Friday and a Bachelorette party on Saturday at Budha Bar. I hope I can at least order decaf green tea there.
Additionally, there is a strong rumor that I am taking 5 days from the 11th to May 15th to join my grandparents (at least I am slimmer this year) in Parrot Cay, Turks and Caicos. Sure, I'll have to connect in Charlotte, NC but then they apparently have Yoga classes. Yet I have never gone through a family event without being smashed before.