it's a convoluted mess
I’m down to the last few pills of Strattera. Which means I have been on this med for two months now. I was supposed to give it four to six weeks to see results. The results of this prescription? THERE ARE NONE. Failed prescription number SEVEN. I don’t currently have an appointment scheduled with my psychiatrist. I keep forgetting to call. I’ll need to make one before the month is over because I’m out of… Keep reading…Cut from a magazine…
30 Days of Blogging… Day 7: A Photo that Makes You Happy… It’s just a snapshot, but it melts my heart. Bob and Tristan hanging out on a Saturday afternoon. What woman doesn’t turn into a puddle of goo seeing her husband cuddle with a baby? —
I keep trying to write something here and it keeps coming out the same: whine, bitch, bitch, whine, bitch, whine, whine, bitch. And a little extra whine thrown in for good measure. So I leave it sit for awhile, reread it, try to fix it, leave it sit, read it again, and delete it. Because I certainly don’t want to read it. I’m not going subject anyone else to it either. How is that different… Keep reading…Lather, rinse, repeat…but wait…
I have been put in charge of planning baby shower games. This is a disaster waiting to happen. A.) I am so not a party planner. I just got done “planning” my wedding reception. The plan? “Here’s FOOD. EAT IT.” B.) My idea of a good time is being holed-up in my cave with Bob playing video games and being snarky about stupid people. C.) I don’t even know the people who will be attending… Keep reading…You know you want to hire me…