{{{smonster}}} Hope you're feeling better soon. Sounds like the crappy day to end all crappy days.
Stay safe, Shir. Thinking of you.
Wedding-planning empathy for both lisah and sj. We're meeting with The Girl's friend who's being a bit of a wedding planner for us tomorrow. After driving two hours to our new house and two hours back (if we own it by then). I'm not in the mood to talk about what I'll be wearing on a day when a lot of people will be staring at me. (And The Girl won't even let me wear a corset, unless she can wear jeans. Hmph.) Anyway, I hope you find the perfect dress, sj!
Or you can do what my tall and kinda square-bodied cousin did--she found a vintage pattern and got a local seamstress to make it for her. Looked fabulous!
I'm thinking of getting a dressmaker to make something for me. Don't know where I'd find a pattern, though.
I'm just saying it's not uncommon, as javachik said, for a drug to have ironic side effects.
The first antidepressant I tried made me suicidal. Fortunately, there are other types.
Well done on trying to give blood, WindSparrow, even if they wouldn't let you! Can you try again soon?
Although I still don't know why his hate site entitles him to be a "media expert" while I'm a girly blogger. Sexism: let me show you it.
Gotta love this equal world we live in.
Talking of which, I must get back to the piece I'm writing about disability inequality. Now there's a subject stream that never dries up!