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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

MIRALAX DISSOLVES IN VODKA, YA KNOW

Well, today was hard.  Hard to hear. We are in the process of looking into some long-term care policy or something Marty’s getting on me because I’m so broken as it is and to cover-our-asses for the kids sake stuff.  We also looked into getting something for Marty.  The three of us were on speakerphone.

GUY TO MARTY:  Do you have plans to travel out of the U.S.?

ME:  Hardee har har, name a country he hasn’t been in.  He’ll be in them until he retires.  (He travels a LOT)

GUY TO MARTY:  That’s a yes?

MARTY:  Yes

GUY TO MARTY:  Are you planning on partaking in any risky business, such as piloting a plane, skydiving, scuba diving…

ME:  No, he is not.

MARTY TO GUY:  Apparently not.

GUY TO ME:  What medications do you currently take?

MARTY TO GUY:  How much ink do you have in that pen?

ME TO MARTY (and guy):  Shut up, I’m off six of drugs now.  Go to hell.  It was a mountainous climb, I tell you.  Actually, it was a decent to hell, you were probably in a different country.

GUY TO ME:  Do you have anxiety, depression, cysts, asthma, migraines, weight gain? (He names lots of others)

ME: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.  Who doesn’t?

GUY TO ME:  Have you ever been convicted of a felony?

ME: Not yet.  But I throw poop at my neighbors in Georgia who let their dog poop on my lawn.  I just haven’t been caught yet.

The conversation went on with the poor guy laughing (I think) at the other end, me and Marty bickering on our end.

Thank goodness this day has come to an end, and thank goodness MiraLAX® dissolves in vodka.