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Ugh.
Did I mention I got my test results back Friday? Everything's normal. So now there is still very much something wrong here, and I have no idea what it is.
In the mean time, the doc decided to change me from Lexapro to Cymbalta. Because depression hurts. I feel a little queasy, but that happened when I started the Lexapro, too, so I kind of expected that. I also feel moody. It feels like PMS, actually. As in, I want to punch the next person I don't know who says hello to me.
I really hate Midwestern niceness, even on a good day. I don't know you. I definitely don't want to say hi to you. And I am soooo sick of making polite smiles. It gives the wrong impression. You know, the impression that I actually like the person I'm smiling at.
Ugh.
Now people keep giving me the work they don't want to do...which is always great, because if they don't want to do it, there's probably a reason for that.
Home. Want. Now.
Did I mention I got my test results back Friday? Everything's normal. So now there is still very much something wrong here, and I have no idea what it is.
In the mean time, the doc decided to change me from Lexapro to Cymbalta. Because depression hurts. I feel a little queasy, but that happened when I started the Lexapro, too, so I kind of expected that. I also feel moody. It feels like PMS, actually. As in, I want to punch the next person I don't know who says hello to me.
I really hate Midwestern niceness, even on a good day. I don't know you. I definitely don't want to say hi to you. And I am soooo sick of making polite smiles. It gives the wrong impression. You know, the impression that I actually like the person I'm smiling at.
Ugh.
Now people keep giving me the work they don't want to do...which is always great, because if they don't want to do it, there's probably a reason for that.
Home. Want. Now.