FWIW: I called the potluck organizer today and begged off from Wednesday's do. I barely trust myself to drive to the post office so doo-wacka-doo I feel after these drugs.
I hoped I'd become accustomed to them, but not yet.
It's only a potluck. Still, I might be mistaken for someone with tourettes if I bobbled something or knocked into chair.
Best to leave some things alone.