Monthly Archives: September 2005

angst, anger and antidepressants

I may get less angst ridden soon. My antidepressant prescription was refilled tonight. I’ve been on Wellbutrin for six months, and it’s been the miracle drug. It’s like having the walls and the tunnel vision of depression smashed open. It gave me the motivation and the hope to live my life this summer. Without it, I cannot be all I’m capable of: since going on it, I have simply become better at my job, at my volunteer work, in my life.

When there was a doubt that my new insurance, Blue Cross/Blue Shield, might not cover it, I almost lost it. I can’t afford the $150 tab a month to stay sane, and I didn’t have enough medication left to cover a waiting period while I got my doctor to write a generic prescription that I could have filled at a discount Internet pharmacy. So when I missed pills on Saturday and Monday, I decided to let the half life go, and went off it this week. And today, when the drug finally ran out of my system, I started to get sick – hopeless, miserable, and with a headache to kill.

Even I can’t muster Zen in the face of hardcore antidepressant withdrawal.

But it was approved today, and now I’m back on it, and I’m going to be jittery this weekend while I readjust, but I have my brain wiring back to what it should be. I look at the drugs, now, not so much as a sign of weakness that I’m not trying hard enough to adjust my brain chemistry, but as a way to re-wire my brain into what it should be. The Wellbutrin is how I get my brain to work properly enough to channel my spirit into the world. And without it, I don’t think I could run my life at the 110% that I like to run it at (two jobs, kickball, Code Pink, parties, friends, etc)

Blue Cross/Blue Shield, by the way? Bastards. I had to wait a week to get them to talk to my doctor, and then process the request. One more thing to deal with, how I’ll get the drugs I need to function if this ever happens again…but for now, I have a move to go through with, and a surf shaque to occupy, and finding out a backup source of medication will have to wait until next week.

photos from the weekend

No, your computer display is not set to “pink”:

But I am very proud to be associated with this group:

(I’m sure there’s a whole blog entry coming on women-only groups I have associated myself with, and the parallels and differences between a group like Girl Guides of Canada and Code Pink, but it’s still forming in my brain)

And here’s the Daily Show coverage of Saturday!

I love seeing Jon Stewart make fun of A.N.S.W.E.R., for not sticking to one issue.


(Author’s Note: This is yesterday’s entry, written on the plane from ATL to LAX)

I came through Atlanta this morning, on a plane change with Delta. It could have been O’Hare, it could have been any of the half dozen American airports I’ve bounced through while traveling cross country. I wished I could go outside and step on Georgia soil, but didn’t have time. I want to see the rest of this country, but this is not the time for it.

I was halfway through the concourse before I realized that my “STOP THE NEXT WAR NOW” T-shirt, which I’d worn as a badge of participation in DC, wasn’t quite the thing to wear in Atlanta. No one said anything to me, but no one said they supported the anti-war movement either. I wish there were more reactions in this country. I feel like if people were more reactive then we would be able to display the energy to stop this administration’s most destructive policies, war or otherwise. I would rather have been stopped in Atlanta, hissed at, glared at, cursed, than simply slide through unnoticed. I don’t think everyone can miss a five-ten girl in a Code Pink t-shirt, and I really don’t think that they can ignore the issue that the t-shirt – and that my presence in Atlanta by way of DC represents.

I don’t understand how the war goes unnoticed in America, and that’s why I went to DC this weekend to protest it I went because I wanted to be one more person at a rally and march that needed the bodies to get the attention. I went to scream, “wake up!” I went because I wanted to say to my country, “there are this many of us that believe, with all our hearts and minds, that this is wrong.” And everyone else who votes in this land needs to think about why we’re saying that.

Saturday was an incredible experience. I don’t think I’ve ever been anyplace with that many people all at once. Not that there was when Code Pink showed up, in full force, at 9AM to set up our stage and hand out our pink slips. The ten of us who left from the house in Takoma Park we were staying at all sat on the train together, and sang one of the songs that the girls had written for the march:

why why Mr President why? you didn’t fix the levees now the water’s too high, spending all our cash on a war that’s a lie…you don’t care if poor people die…

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from l.a. to d.c. and back in less than 72 hours

I’ll be back at LAX seventy-one hours after I left.

Here are some clips of the reason I came out here!

In my time in DC, I have:

  • been in a meeting with fifty women from all over America (various CODEPINK chapters)
  • seen Joan Baez sing (as did my mother before me at Vietnam protests) and heard Margot Kidder speak
  • met the founders of my antiwar group
  • marched with 10,000 women down Pennsylvania Ave.
  • marched with THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND PEOPLE through the streets of DC
  • carried a twelve foot tall pink slip reading FIRE BUSH in said march
  • met an absolutely amazing local guy in the process of protesting
  • spent the rest of the day walking around the Mall so the same guy could show me around
  • consumed grits in the state of Virginia
  • saw the Smithsonian American History Museum
  • met boadiccea in person for the first time!
  • visited the Green Festival put on by Global Exchange
  • saw a screening of the Ground Truth at Busboys and Poets
  • learned how to go without sleep almost entirely.

    It’s been an amazing experience, and I’ll write the whole thing up on the plane tomorrow. Meanwhile, I have to be out of here in two hours to catch Metro to the airport, and I have to come down from the weekend enough to work.

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    made it to DC!

    I’m in Washington DC! It’s humid as hell out! Hooray for silicone hair product, or my Jewfro would be in full force!

    It’s CRAZY here though. I’m in a house in the suburb of Takoma Park. There are forty, fifty women here from ALL OVER AMERICA. Women introduced themselves from L.A., from San Francisco, from Atlanta, North Carolina and DC. There are women here from Chicago and Portland. It’s fantastic.

    I, of course, am blogging for Code Pink at our website at:

    Which is what I should be doing now, updating the Code Pink site with my blog and today’s photos. But here’s what I wrote for the CODEPINK site while I was on the plane:

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    quote du jour

    Thank you, ND, for providing a witty quote:

    [09:50] chastise all monsters: i think god was mad at trent reznor
    [09:51] chastise all monsters: he finally heard that Heresy song and was like “HEY”

    why one should be at the airport early

    Last night, I got to the airport forty five minutes before my flight left. I didn’t count on the fact that I had to check bags though. And thanks to security laws, my bags have to be on the same flights as me. So if it’s too late to check bags – especially the kind that are as big as I am and have the contents of the CODEPINK store in them – then it’s too late to get on the plane. And I was so used to jumping on my Alaska flights twenty minutes before departure, with only my backpack, that it never occurred to me I’d miss the cutoff for a Delta flight with my luggage.

    I went through a skycap, an agent, a direct customer service line phone, another agent, and finally the phone again. I was told to try to go to the gate – but couldn’t because of my oversize bag. I was told to go from desk to counter to phone until I’d missed the plane and knew it. Then the anonymous voice on the black phone told me I’d have to rebook for the morning. And not only that, but I’d have to pay the fare difference because I was changing my itinerary at the last minute:


    “Is there anyone else I can speak to?” I asked the phone handset, as I fought back tears. I knew, if it came down to that, I couldn’t go, and I was about to start wailing. I’d been stupid enough to leave packing until the last minute, had been reloading my MP3 player with music, had been charging my phone – doing everything except get to LAX on time. And now it was going to cost me the weekend I’d been looking forward to for ages.

    But I couldn’t explain all that. All I could do was try to smile into the phone, and get someone to help me. “I can’t help you. You can try a manager at the counter,” the phone said. So I did. I caught an agent who, while frazzled and unsmiling, had a kind look to her. She found a manager, an older European woman in a skirt and white blouse. And that manager, after realizing that it was too late to put me on the next plane (there were only two overbooked flights on my route out of LAX that night) said, “Take her down to talk to Mary Anne.”

    Mary Anne turned out to be one of the nicest people I’ve ever met (and I include the Alaska service staff in that, who are the reason I fly that airline almost exclusively). She was especially wonderful for Delta customer service, which is well behind in that area. If their entire fleet of people was like Mary Anne, they’d never have gone bankrupt. Mary Anne was an elfin, adorable, fortysomething Hispanic woman in a T-shirt instead of the blouses and scarves, who laughed and smiled the whole time she was working. She tried to get me on a wait list for a flight at 11:30, and couldn’t, because “there’s only four seats, and ten people ahead of her.” So she got me on a flight for today at noon. “Nonstop?” she said.


    “Window OK?”


    And so, she rebooked me for a $50 change of flight fee, instead of $450, and told me to be back at LAX on time today. For a flight that will be six hours shorter than my original flight, because I don’t have to go through Atlanta. And it’s on an Alaska plane, so I’ll get more of my home airline miles.

    I almost fell over in relief then. And racking my brains for a way to thank her, I handed her the slab of low-sugar loaf I’d baked on Thursday night that I’d packed for a snack. “I can’t thank you enough,” I said. “Could I give you this pumpkin-orange bread?” And she was delighted. “Oh!” she said, holding it up to smell it through the plastic wrap. “This is wonderful. Thank you.” And later, when I heard her telling the other booking agents, “homeade, baked from scratch,” I was so happy I had something to give her. Even a small thing.

    And now, I still get to go to Washington. And more than that, I had my faith in people restored, that it’s still possible for one really nice customer service agent to change things completely for a traveler. Many of them are too constricted by stupid rules and wouldn’t have even tried to help me. If Delta survives bankruptcy, they’ll do it by giving all their agents the calm ability of that one woman who got me on my flight today. I’m going to DC today, and I’ve been very lucky about it.

    mr. lisa goes to washington

    I’m leaving for Washington, DC in less than two hours! My guy roomate is taking me to LAX, from which I will jump a plane to DC by way of a transfer in Atlanta.

    I’m euphoric in the way I only get when I’m on a journey somewhere. I love starting journeys. I love being on them. I love the feeling I get when I’m skipping through LAX, dodging tourists and businesspeople, invisible in the twentysomething uniform of jeans and sneakers. I love jumping off planes in new airports, and challenging myself to find my way around a new city.

    Tonight, I’m happy because I’m going into new territory, my first time east of the Mississipi. I’m going to Washington, DC. I’m going to get to see so many of the places that are so important, literally, culturally and symbolically, to being an American. I’m so excited about that, about being immersed in American history for a few days.

    I’m also going so I can make history though. I’m going to scream for money for levees, not bombs. I’m going to chant and yell for schools, not Iraq. I’m calling for the removal of a leader who’s sold us out (Halliburton has NO BID CONTRACTS IN LOUISIANA) and who’s neglected America in favor of a war that’s served no one any good. I’m fighting for the country I call home now.

    So. I go to Washington tonight. And I will skip through LAX in my usual fashion, with the backpack that’s gone with me through ten years and six cities. It’s my version of the Fool’s bundle, it’s my version of the Fool’s journey, this exploration and challenge to America. I’m going into a new part of the country tonight.

    I am so excited to start these travels!