With me? Funny you should ask, but big fat nothing, thanks for asking!
Not that I'm complaining; sometimes a lack of news is not a bad thing; it just means that there's no drama going on which makes for a very boring blog but no offense, faithful readers, I'll take it. I'm dead tired of drama.
SO! While the entire world was fascinated by Baby Cambridge, I myself was fascinated by another story about another British baby...aka Liam Gallagher's love child.
See, you don't know me like that yet, but I used to love, love LOVE Liam Gallagher. I mean, he was my hero of Britpop, and not just because we shared the same birthday (Sept 21 in case you're interested in sending gifts) but also because I found him sexy as shit.
Dude did not age well:
But hey, who am I to say, I certainly have not aged as gracefully as I would have wished, but at least I don't have illegitimate children all over the world. And how happy am I now that I didn't accept his proposal of marriage that he made to me...in my mind...
Moving on, not a lot to report, really. Life is continuing; oh, I did make a long overdue appointment with a gynecologist and let me just say: I do believe your gynecologist is the most important person in your life, because my last appointment (which was, let's say...many years ago) was so traumatic I have avoided the experience ever since. However, this time, I trusted the judgement of my mother and my sister and went to their recommended doc, and although I would not say that the experience was pleasant, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. He was congenial, quick, and efficient.
Even though...after the fact both my mother and sister confided in me stories about this man's infidelity with some of his interns; I mean, really? I could have gone my entire life without having this information; why, for the love of God, why would you tell me that my gynecologist was a philanderer? Allegedly.
Regardless, he is an excellent doctor and made me feel not at all self conscious and even switched up my meds a little bit when I let him know that the Wellbutrin wasn't quite working for me. In fact, even though I was no longer crying in the shower before work every day, I found that I was very angry and aggressive.
So, we're back to Zoloft, and I'll keep you posted on how that's going. So far, so good, but it's early days. The Nooge and The Rottenator are relieved that I no longer want to kill them...on a daily basis. It's been downgraded to once a week...tops.
Mood Ring(tone) of the Day...(ick, Liam we are SO over):
Not that I'm complaining; sometimes a lack of news is not a bad thing; it just means that there's no drama going on which makes for a very boring blog but no offense, faithful readers, I'll take it. I'm dead tired of drama.
SO! While the entire world was fascinated by Baby Cambridge, I myself was fascinated by another story about another British baby...aka Liam Gallagher's love child.
See, you don't know me like that yet, but I used to love, love LOVE Liam Gallagher. I mean, he was my hero of Britpop, and not just because we shared the same birthday (Sept 21 in case you're interested in sending gifts) but also because I found him sexy as shit.
Moving on, not a lot to report, really. Life is continuing; oh, I did make a long overdue appointment with a gynecologist and let me just say: I do believe your gynecologist is the most important person in your life, because my last appointment (which was, let's say...many years ago) was so traumatic I have avoided the experience ever since. However, this time, I trusted the judgement of my mother and my sister and went to their recommended doc, and although I would not say that the experience was pleasant, it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. He was congenial, quick, and efficient.
Even though...after the fact both my mother and sister confided in me stories about this man's infidelity with some of his interns; I mean, really? I could have gone my entire life without having this information; why, for the love of God, why would you tell me that my gynecologist was a philanderer? Allegedly.
Regardless, he is an excellent doctor and made me feel not at all self conscious and even switched up my meds a little bit when I let him know that the Wellbutrin wasn't quite working for me. In fact, even though I was no longer crying in the shower before work every day, I found that I was very angry and aggressive.
Mood Ring(tone) of the Day...(ick, Liam we are SO over):
My partner was a big fan of Britpop. Not me, I can't stand it! :D
ReplyDeleteIt's good that there's no drama going on isn't it? Who needs drama all the time. Enjoy it while it lasts!
Liam has ALWAYS needed to get rid of that unibrow. That much money should include a stylist.
ReplyDeleteI hope the Zoloft works for you. It does wonders for me, and is one of the fast-acting drugs.
I finally decided to go to a naturopath because my GP and my gynecologist were not helping me. I have only had one appointment but she actually listened to me. She actually thinks all the antidepressants I have been on are actually causing the depression and it is all hormonal.
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