Starbucks has a newspaper stand next to their counter. It displays a communal USA Today on the top tier, and on the bottom lays a stack of virtually untouched Hartford Advocates. In this stack of relatively harmless articles, wedged next to men seeking men and women seeking women, I find this ad. I was seeking my horoscope mind you.
Call me crazy, but I sent the person in charge of the ad an email before I left for work today. He promptly calls me about two hours later, eager to tell me about the study.
I don’t know about this……
They’re testing a drug called catamine (spelling?) and how it affects memory. I’ll be drugged and then shoved into an MRI to have my brain scanned.
Sean, the lab guy, asked me a bunch of questions pertaining to my health history and mental stability – I’m starting to question my own mental stability for considering this.
I’m not in financial crisis. I don’t desperately need money and I’m living quite comfortably aside from half the people I live with don’t speak to me.
We shall see what happens. It would be a learning experience that’s for sure. My major concern is going to work on Wednesday after they inject me with catamine. Sean said it’s an ‘all day’ thing – I’ll be pretty much inebriated for the rest of the day. Hopefully I’ll find someone to work for me.
25 mg of diphenhydramine (low dose of store-bought sleeping pill) puts me out for the count, I’m hesitant to see what a horse tranquilizer will do.