A mouse ate my drugs (and other excuses for not writing)
![A mouse ate my drugs (and other excuses for not writing)](/content/images/size/w2000/2023/08/drugged-mouse-1.jpg)
Some mice want cookies. Other mice want drugs. Guess which type of mouse decided to move into my bathroom recently? Yup, a drug muncher.
I'm not sure when this little fiend moved in, but it went on a massive binge in my medicine drawer in which it ate:
- A whole bottle of Zyrtec pills
- 10 Benadryl capsules
- 2 tiny bottles of waxing oil
- 5 suppositories
- 20ish zinc lozenges
The lozenges at least made some sense because they have sugar in them. I really can't explain the rest of it. That critter's liver must have been working like a bilge pump on the Titanic because I truly don't know how that creature was able to walk after eating all those drugs. If I went on a bender like that, I'd be comatose. The Benadryl alone would have turned me into a zombie (and not the cool kind either but like the drooly, draggy-foot kind).
Yet this drug-addled mouse continued exploring my bathroom and pooping all over my stuff with impunity. It was perfectly willing to strut out into the room even when I was there with all the lights on giving it the stink eye. That was very unmouselike behavior, and I suspect the drug cocktail wiped away all its inhibitions like jungle juice at a frat party.
The little turd machine was still too fast for me to catch it with this tupperware trap I improvised. You think from all the games of Mouse Trap I played as a kid that a device like that would have worked. All I really needed to do though was wait until midnight for that bold-as-fuck rodent to stumble up onto my bathroom counter. Then I snapped a cardboard box down over it and whisked it outside.
![This is an improvised mouse trap involving a tupperware container, a bar of a soap, and a piece of string.](https://www.roadofred.com/content/images/2023/08/mouse-trap.jpg)
There is now a very hungover mouse living over by the creek near our local high school. I sincerely hope it finds more nutritious things than pills and suppositories to consume out there in the woods.
Anyway, that's just one of the unexpected reasons I haven't been writing as much as I would like to lately. The other main reason I alluded to in a previous post. There was a very strong possbility I would have to find a new dayjob and considering how ill I had been along with a terrifying apartment fire last year and my elderly cat passing away, having the job potentially implode too was a lot. Also, job searches fuel my depression demons like nothing else. Even the possbility of searching for a new job so soon after getting this one was stressing me out to the point where I could barely get out of bed. I was truly not functional at all, and the situation was extra hard to navigate because my usual therapist was on a long, well-deserved trip to Europe.
Fortunately, I didn't have to leave. Since I was in "nothing to lose" mode, I asked for some significant changes to be made. Because I live and work in America, the home of the free, the brave, and cutthroat capitalism, I was fully expecting to be fired when I made those requests. I'm used to being disposable, so I was pretty stunned when my employer actually agreed to make the changes I asked for. Once that happened, the depression lifted and work has been a lot less stressful ever since.
I'm writing every day again now. Not quite churning out as many words as I would like to, but at least I got the whole "butt in chair, hands on keyboard" thing going. I'm also very fortunate to be heading on a writing retreat soon, and I expect to generate quite a few words while enjoying some gorgeous scenery.
I think the main thing I learned is that being clear about my needs and making bold asks for change when I'm unhappy can pay off. Also, it's important to give people a chance to change. When you're on the brink of moving on anyway, you uaually have nothing to lose by giving people an opportunity to meet your needs.
More importantly, I need to adopt a new cat. Or at least foster one so that no more drug-munching mice try to move in.