I felt “bleh” yesterday and took off early. Sunday I picked up all the prescriptions from Walgreens that my doctor had re-prescribed for me, after admonishing me not to simply “go off them after a while.”

I’d been pretty good about taking the blood pressure one, but some of the others I had let lapse. So after scoring an appointment on Saturday, before taking Riley down to the vet, I loaded up on the prescriptions.

I felt like they all kicked in about 2pm yesterday… I dragged through the day for a while, started to feel a little whifty, and decided to head home. Crashed out within minutes of lying down.

Of course, it didn’t help that the “vile perfume” part of today’s rant went off with a bang practically right in my face just before I headed out the door. I talked to the perpetrator afterwards, who was surprised that I practically tripped over everybody’s purses in my haste to get the hell away from a lungful of wheeze after she sprayed herself. Apparently she thought last week’s email about “no strong fragrances in the workplace” didn’t apply, because she’d checked with her seatmates. I only occasionally wander to that section, but had to fix one of the “frequent flier” computers.

In a way it was kind of like a cascade failure. The blast of freesia-scented nerve gas was the error that kicked off my personal Blue Screen of Death sort of wooziness, and so I pooped off home.