NO, YOU DIDN’T JUST SAY THAT

I was peacefully minding my own business having a meltdown when Marty walked in and said, “You know, you really need to be on some type of medication.”  He is so lucky I didn’t kick him in the nutsack. I couldn’t make my way through all the used tissues I had in my lap.   After all that work I did getting off my Effexor – he walks in, and just drops that.  The sad thing is that he’s right.  (I’d rather be eating glass right now than proclaiming he is right.)

The meltdowns I’m having are over things I used to get really, really ticked off at.  It’s sort of like being pregnant again, when I’d cry when someone would win on The Price is Right.  Now these things that make me cry just hurt my feelings, and make me REALLY sad.  Just can’t seem to get a grip.  So how about somebody else take the reigns for a bit so I don’t need to always have a grip? My knuckles are white and raw from 30 years of gripping.   As my therapist from a long time ago said, “keep your cape at home, or at least take it off now and then.”  Viper also repeated this to me yesterday.

I asked Lawyerboy a question via text yesterday, and he replied back, “MYOB”.  I age appropriately replied back to him, “screw you”.

Love,

damaged goods

TRYING TO COME ON BACK, BABY

I've had a migraine/headache for 6 days straig...

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Did you know if you take one medication that gives you a little zip cuz you cannot  get out bed for weeks (and maybe have a zero tolerance for dumbasses) but don’t counter act it with something else, it will enhance not only your energy , but it will enhance your already built-in general anxiety that you were born with and have been struggling with for your whole life?  Learned a lot today at the doctor.

My girlfriends have been hanging on the edge of their seats with my “issues”.  All have been so supportive.  OK, maybe a little scared.   All of this in the trials and tribulations of trying to get rid of my chronic migraines.  I fell off the deep end about four weeks ago.  Have been treading water since.  I don’t care that I’ve been treading, but others do, which makes me feel, well, kinda loved, tough to say out loud.

Not only were they a little worried, but I think they were afraid they’d end up on “the dark side” with me.  Which means to end up on my LIST.  Which was totally possible.  But these friends have brains, they are not dumbasses , so I wasn’t as worried as they were.

Thank you, girlfriends.

PS. Doctor literally said to Marty: “She is not crazy.  This is to be expected on this course of medication which we will now fix.   (Cindy was right.)  It’s all in trying to get her onto the road to recovery from the chronic migraines”   Do I dare say I see light…it’s at the end of that tunnel, way, way, way down that subway line in NYC.

The ole’ millstone around my neck

On the other hand, I finally let go of the millstones around my neck, which was therapeutically a long-time coming.  I let the millstones know I let them go.  Let’s hope I can stick with it.  They were sucking me dry, as all my friends had been telling me for years.  Amen.

On that happy-go-lucky note.

Later.

PS.  My “millstones” have names, do yours?