And I do my little turn on the catwalk

I'm gonna be a supermodel!  Ok, stop laughing.  We all know I'll never be a supermodel but my doctor did put me on a different medication referred to by the blog, "Crazy Meds: The Good, The Bad, & The Funny:" as "Turning you into the stereotype of a supermodel: thin and stupid" even going so far as to say it makes you "dumber than a box of rocks."

So I'm going to lose weight!  I'm choosing to focus on the positive here.  Let's forget the increased dumbening and concentrate on being ready for swimsuit season, I live on the beach for crying out loud!  But seriously, I've already lost so many IQ points and brain cells since contracting CRPS/RSD, what's a few more if I can get pain relief (and lose weight).  Because that's the reason he prescribed this medication.  In the never ending search of something that will ease the pain.  It's my third try in the world of anti-seizure medications (and no, I've never had a seizure in my life) and hopefully it will be the winner.  If not he's has several other invasive torture-type treatments I can try from lidocaine infusions to the spinal cord stimulator.  But in the tradition of Scarlett O'Hara, I'll think about those tomorrow!  Or maybe I'll be too dumb to remember...