I’m experiencing some pretty radical chemical changes lately. Got at least a month now I have gradually weaned myself off Prozac. I took my last pill early July. Before when I tried to come off it, I would get very cranky and cry at the smallest upset. Right now I feel like nothing could bother me. I gave Prozac the major reason for my ability to quit heron in 1996. Plus a few other factors, like moving away from Orange County.
Another reason is I have a great man in my life. Craig and I have our own comedy team like Burns and Allen. We are each other’s backboard as we play ping pong with witty remarks. It is so great to have someone who is on the same wavelength as yourself.
The other day I was studying my Logic Textbook to teach myself. I took the class at UCLA in the late 60’s with Donald Kalish. Even though I had a crush on him, the subject was too hard for me to keep up with. As Craig and I were sitting side by side, I was trying to explain truth tables to him. By I had to keep looking back a few pages in the book. Even though I must have sounded like a confused person, he patiently waited while I tried to figure it out. What patience. We learn from each other.