Turns out Seroquel almost killed me. My drinking produces high blood pressure, and Seroquel produces low blood pressure. The two were combined a few weeks ago and I was in the worst shape I've ever been in. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack at any moment. Up and down the body went.
On other news, I've also found my grandfather Donald in Vegas and have spoken to him. He I have not spoken to since 1999 after Bill's death. He seemed sad, I assume due to the fact that his wife died 3 years ago from cancer.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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