Also, Tep, I'm sorry for the evil meds experience. That's so miserable. Just try to keep thinking about the light at the end of the tunnel--you will get there.

Even though the itchy is mostly gone, the brain zaps are weird (I've never really had them before when I've gone off an AD, because I've always been paranoid and titrated down verrrrrrrrry slowly) and disconcerting.

So I think at this point I'm not going to start the Prozac until after vacation. Because we leave in 5 days, and *if* it doesn't sit well with me, I don't want to have a bad reaction at the beach. I can wait another couple of weeks, by now. My Ativan is refilled, and vacation will be mellow anyway, so it should be fine. As long as I don't run screaming down the beach "OMG I AM SO BROKEN AND HIDEOUS BUT I HAVE SKIN!!!!!"

I hear that's offputting and strange.

The cat who we had to take to the vet Sunday morning came home last night and is surprisingly perky for someone who had to have his broken ribs and cracked skull put back together. Now he wants his human to rub his chin, which is inadvisable due to the wires holding his head together. But mondo points for the recuperative powers of kitties. Hopefully this will teach him that the big noisy things on round feet are to be avoided.

Oh, Connie! Yikes indeed.

Steph, I have had the brain zaps and they suck so bad. I'm tapering off Cymbalta and onto Zoloft, so I'm just trying to observe whatever the fuck happens without judging it. Easier said than done, of course.

Eek, Connie! Poor kitty.

Brain zaps are awful. I only got them once (transitioning off either Zoloft or Wellbutrin--can't remember now), but that was enough.

Sooo....IRS news turns out to be not so good after all, but ND says he thinks we may have left off one major business deduction, so we're going to try one more thing and cross our fingers. But I refuse to be bummed, because still PUPPY!

Connie I'm so glad poor kitty is going to get better. I just tossed an elizabethan collar in with my cat's stuff because you never know. It's also a sort of talisman because I thought if I didn't save it she would surely be injured again soon.

I just heard myself say, "I want to keep one of these old school POM tea glasses because they don't make them like this anymore." oh dear. I think my decision-making abilities have expired for the night.

And if that kid in the park across the street doesn't stop blowing that fucking whistle I am going over there to shove it down his throat.

Ugh, packing. Sorry, Laga, that's no fun.

I just heard myself say, "I want to keep one of these old school POM tea glasses because they don't make them like this anymore." oh dear. I think my decision-making abilities have expired for the night.

Heh. Yeah, I think you may be right.

Hey omnis, without looking at the boxes, D ended up putting the DVDs in a box that said "DVDs" and the books in a box that said "books". Freaky, huh?

I'm taking a break to have a glass of chardonnay and play some "plants vs. zombies" then it is the painful culling of the games cabinet.

That's one tough kitty, Connie.

And, from a ways back,

Why did my neighbor wrap my rosebush and the bush next to it in duct tape? I have been lax in cutting back the stuff that hangs over his driveway in this heat, but duct tape? Why?

WTFingF? Who does that to any roses, much less someone elses?

I'm tapering off Cymbalta and onto Zoloft

Generic, or name-brand? If generic, I have a basically full bottle of 50 mg sertraline if you want them.