Forgive my self indulgent whining a moment, friends. I've just been dealt yet another (relitively minor) setback and I'm feeling morose. And cranky. And in need of venting
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Okay. Firstly, this could be a freaking post from my journal (minus the dog, the *oddamn, and the fact that you write a billion times better than I do, even when you're just venting). This is my freaking LIFE and because I can relate SO much. There is nothing more that I want than to come to your house and give you a hug - and then maybe we can eat some Nanaimo bars and watch Jillian do her shreddy thing from the sofa while we make fun of her for her man!legs. (Nanaimo bars are brownie-like and Canadian. You should google them and then be jealous that they grow abundantly here and not there
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...and yea, verily I can dig it.risabeNovember 30 2012, 01:24:56 UTC
I understand all of this so well, P, and I won't offer any advice or Deep Thoughts (with Jack Handy) or any bullshit. Just a cyber-hug and the declaration that you are *not* alone. Tripp and I are going through money drama right now too. I just finished my masters and I owe 28K in students loans. I'm already late on the first payment. I've got surgery next Wednesday and my son has it Jan. 28th. My cousin/Daddy's best friend died about 4 this afternoon. I got pregnant in 1990 immediately after stopping the Pill but lost the baby three months later. After that I had a year of fertility drugs and when I got pregnant again I lost my son's twin. Last week I unwittingly missed taking my Cymbalta with my myriad of other pills and within days I was awful; raging and crying and losing it in general. It's scary to see how I *really* am without the drug. But I'm thankin' God it's there. I'll be on some kind of antidepressant/anti anxiety drugs until I blow this popsicle stand, I guess
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