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”.
Today is not a good day. It’s a sad day, I’m sorry to admit this to you girlfriends who bought me the HAPPY Tiffany charm. Do you think its charm has rubbed off completely already?
It’s one of those days that you could cry at any moment, but you hold it together. That is until you’re standing in the Atlanta airport, alone, and the girl behind the counter looks at me a little funny, gives me my decaf, and then says, “How’s your day going, ma’am?”
I uncontrollably frowned, an embarrassing tear squirted out, and I haltingly squeaked out, “Not very well.” She looked so sympathetic, I thought if the counter wasn’t between us, she would have come over and hugged me. But after giving me my change, she put her hand on mine and said, “It’ll get better, ma’am.”
Which only made me cry harder the whole way back to my gate.
I don’t care how many people “suggest” I go on HRT, I’m riding the wave, and they’re riding it with me.
P.S. Just went to the Ladies’ Room. Maybe she looked at me funny cuz my lipstick was on my teeth. So there, I made this blog funny after all.