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Sophia, I hope you're taking care of your wounds, and sorry about the trauma in general.

Congrats on the house, amych!!

I sympathize with the perimenopausal. I'm going through that, too. Again, no bad behavior with highs. Few highs at all. But the lows were horrible. The hormonal imbalance was taking my existing depression and worsening it as well as making me more angry and impulsive. My nurse practitioner put me on GABA and herbal PMS supplements, which helped a lot. I've only taken Celexa for 6 months now so I haven't noticed habituation yet. Nothing like Effexor, anyway. With Effexor, you get dizzy if you haven't had enough.

I'm in favor of whatever works for you, Sail. I'm glad you've found something you like.

I think I missed congratulating amych on her house! Congrats! Happy b-day (belated) to Sean!

Those Pirates of the Caribbean M&Ms sound irrisistible.

They sound cool. I saw a display stand in the grocery store for them, yesterday, but it was already out of them! I may have to haunt one of the local stores to try and get my hands on some.

Those Pirates of the Caribbean M&Ms sound irrisistible.

Are they doing a dark chocolate variety? I was all about the Sith M&Ms when they were doing the Star Wars tie-in.

Are they doing a dark chocolate variety?

Not that I've seen, just the milk and the white. And M&M Minis, which apparently change color. (I eat them too quickly to actually see it. Not to mention they're called minis for a reason.)

Sane people want to live and have survival instincts.

Sane people who live in constant, mind-numbing pain and want that pain to stop aren't crazy. That is sanity. Fortunately, there's ways to stop that pain now that mean you don't have to die to make it stop.

Depressed people do want to live, and fight being depressed until exhaustion makes it impossible to keep from drowning.

I resent being called crazy for wanting the pain to stop.

Thanks all again. I have (very stupidly) not gone to the doctor, but I have plenty of health professionals to look at me tomorrow. My scratches and bites have definately gotten a lot better, as last night I couldn't really put any weight on my foot, and today I am pretty much walking along great.

I am still very sad.

And what about when reality itself? Kind of crazy. Mine is, a lot. But yet, sanity demands you accept the established version, right? I've decided I'm too healthy to be quite that sane. Oh, Sophia, that really is a horrible story. We had a cat that got like that...she was probably dying.

This is awesome: Vintage Octopus Pulp Covers