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I think some day soon I'm going to stop taking my meds.
And by some day soon, I mean whenever my last pack runs out, since I paid good money for this stuff. Yo.
And it may be longer, because I guess you're technically supposed to talk to your doctor about it first. Which would be good, I guess. Since she just gave me a new prescription and all.
Maybe I'm an ungrateful paranoid biatch. I probably should stay on them.
But I also probably should stop taking them.
I'm not really taking them for any reason that I know of. I could stop taking them and everything could be fine. (It also could be like it was when I started taking them, which isn't healthy.)
Eventually.
Because there is a month or three of crazy body spazzing that would occur. And I would be basically miserable. And I would probably lash out irrationally at everybody who even thinks of wronging me, or even looks at me sideways. Or straight on. Or smiles.
And that's no fun.
Anyway. If I do decide to stop taking them, I will give you guys fair warning, so you can work up all of your best compliments and defenses so you'll be ready to endure my wrath. And so you will know it isn't entirely me speaking, but also the sudden onslaught of strange crazy hormonal bitch Allison, whose bark is definitely worse than her bite.
We'll see. I may not even go through with it. We'll see how I feel later.
And by some day soon, I mean whenever my last pack runs out, since I paid good money for this stuff. Yo.
And it may be longer, because I guess you're technically supposed to talk to your doctor about it first. Which would be good, I guess. Since she just gave me a new prescription and all.
Maybe I'm an ungrateful paranoid biatch. I probably should stay on them.
But I also probably should stop taking them.
I'm not really taking them for any reason that I know of. I could stop taking them and everything could be fine. (It also could be like it was when I started taking them, which isn't healthy.)
Eventually.
Because there is a month or three of crazy body spazzing that would occur. And I would be basically miserable. And I would probably lash out irrationally at everybody who even thinks of wronging me, or even looks at me sideways. Or straight on. Or smiles.
And that's no fun.
Anyway. If I do decide to stop taking them, I will give you guys fair warning, so you can work up all of your best compliments and defenses so you'll be ready to endure my wrath. And so you will know it isn't entirely me speaking, but also the sudden onslaught of strange crazy hormonal bitch Allison, whose bark is definitely worse than her bite.
We'll see. I may not even go through with it. We'll see how I feel later.