I picked up the latest cocktail prescribed by the good Dr. M today, and took my first dosage of the Zoloft and Lamictal. I've taken Zoloft off and on for years, it's a good antidepressant for me...but the Lamictal is already making me itchy. No rash yet, just itchy. I don't know if that's some weird psychosomatic effect from me scaring the hell out of myself about Stevens-Johnson syndrome, or a genuine side effect. I'll give it a few days to see if it persists or not. If it does, I'll be putting in a call to the clinic.
Carlos and I are actually being civil to one another now, which is good I suppose. After giving careful consideration to whether or not I wanted to destroy his life, I've since realized that I have no place to ruin someone else's life just because my panties are in a twist. If his wife is meant to find out, she will, and it'll be his own doing. I already have a 24 hour half-life with my own karma, I'd hate to see how the universe bit me in the ass over that one.
I'm spending the evening with my Fat Louie, drinking coffee and listening to the rain. I feel pretty peaceful at the present moment-- but we all know that's subject to change at any moment. :)
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