So, this prematurely exciting! So, thrift store blogging is highly competitive and cutthroat. The field’s nightmarishly crowded with like SIX blogs and…well, it’s rough. So, naturally when I saw a big old jug of FREE BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICATION samples, they HAD to come home with me.
Initial exploration of the giant plastic heart was interrupted by a small attack of rats, which was fended off by space priests. Unpacking the contents of this treasure chest was immediately complicated by the armies waging war on my living room table. I continued, undaunted.
A few small skirmishes around the faceplate left the sample case blood-spattered, but not much worse for wear.
Some initial research revealed the following interesting facts about amlodipine beysylate:
There are several side effects that can be happen when you use amlodipine besylate, since it’s not familiar with the function, and then you need to introduce and describe what you got when you got a hypertension. You will need to stop consume the medicine immediately when you fee a massive heart beat, cool sweat rash, itchy, hard to breath and also any, serious hurtful symptoms that might be appear at the first time when you consume amlodipine besylate , you should stop consume this medicine and go back and see the doctor to change the medicine for your hypertension therapy.
We learn ever so much from the internets. Remember, if you fee a massive heart beat, you should definitely stop consume.
At some point, someone told me that I probably had spent $3 on individual pre-wrapped tongue depressors. “Don’t be absurd,” I said. “They wouldn’t be labelled amlodipine besylate if they were tongue depressors. That’d just be silly.
However, I had the sinking feeling that I was wrong…tongue depressor wrong.
The invading rat army was quite irritated when they managed to take the central chamber and found out how wrong I was, and how right my naysayers were. Curse their correct eyes.
“God damn it, we lost 230 rat people to take these things, and they’re TONGUE DEPRESSORS? What were we THINKING?”
Between the endless complaining of both the rat men AND the space priests, I decided “screw it, I’ll just take the tongue depressors. Maybe they’ll help.”
No luck. Night settled. The rat men established camp, illuminating the medical sampler with their strange issue. At some point, I heard the screams of a very small sacrifice. That, and the weird red glow, lent a surreal cast to the dinner table. Eventually I left the rat men to their dark task.
Eventually, the sun rose, and the fruits of their labors were revealed. From their far-off camp, even the space priests were obliged to cheer a little, because say what you will about their hygiene, they were definitely good on the follow-through.
Aaanyway, happy valentine’s day!
Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin