Oh, that happy we snowdrop!! I hug it and kiss it!
Zen, FWIW, winter always makes my depression go batshit insane. It's supposed to be sunny and 22 on Tuesday, and I have already made a firm date with myself to walk the dog around the block a couple of time so That I don't go postal. I've been a sleeping, one minute ennui-filled (like a doughnut, next minute ire-filled (like a backpack nuke) winterbomb this week. I went on a yelling, kicking, surly crying rampage on Friday, sulked and watched bad movies and ate salty/sweet food yesterday, and generally feel a bit better today.
I gotta watch February. All my worst depression related incidents happen in February.
Oh! Health-ma for Drew! I just saw that! Awful.
~ma for Drew!
One doctor carefully explained to me, using *drawings*, the concept of "calories" and how if I just cut out one bagel a day I'd lose half a pound a week. I wanted to smack her. If it were that goddam easy, I'd be a size 8 again.
Yeah. I once got advised to quit drinking pop. I didn't have the testicular fortitude to ask if the doc meant I should start drinking it a lot then quit, or if one pop a month were really that destructive.
Of course, having always been fat, I can state that doctors look at fat people as things that are completely unworthy of lifting a single finger for.
Cereal:
JZ, try some of those shower soother -- I love them when I am congested. Also, whenever I go on a cleaning rampage, I have to wear a bandito mask when sweeping/cleaning the tub, otherwise I am miserable for the next day.
I do not suffer from depression. And February is a hard moth. I am actively glad that it is 28/29 days. Often we get a false spring and that can make it worse
Fat doctors are a godsend. When I have more double chins than my doctor is when he's allowed to give me the weight loss lectures.
MA FOR DREW! I'm hoping the asscaps make it get there faster.
It's 3:30. I should get dressed. And eat lunch.
tons of ~ma for Drew! Hope it's just bad gas or something easy like that.
{{Drew}} Quick relief ~ma.
