Realizing all the things Hubby and I would never get to do was/is hard. I think that's one reason turning 50 has been such a kick in the head.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
{{{{{Andi}}}}} I'm so sorry for what you're going through, but I agree with Kate. A new doctor and different meds may be necessary.
Thanks, but the doctor I had been working with was the one who listened to me about the thyroid stuff but even that was insufficient to get me what I need. I quit going because it is a waste of my resources to keep spending time and money on things that will not get me what I need. And therapy, in any modality, is useless. I have zero interest in learning how to pretend harder that I can have what I want, or that I want what I can have, together with more coping skills for the moment. I have chosen to stop pouring effort into doing things that are not directly related to getting what I want.
If you would find it helpful to have an ear I would be happy to listen via email anytime, not phone because although I love you I don't do phone with anyone!
Andi, I don't know what to say, but I'm thinking of you. Which sounds deeply trite... but I am.
Andi, I'm sorry your fish are dead. I've had dead fish too. It can get better. I hope it does for you, because you are important to me and to many people.
ETA: But mostly, I hope it does for your sake. Because having dead fish sucks. And people shouldn't have to have dead fish.
But mostly, I hope it does for your sake. Because having dead fish sucks. And people shouldn't have to have dead fish.
Yeah, I don't mind my own dead fish, but I'd love to be able to go around with defibrillator paddles to everyone else's dead fish.
ETA: I am the Three Hundred.
Yes, that is very silly. I'm going with it, though.
I tried waxing my legs last week. Ended up with hairless legs and seriously irritated skin. I thought they had healed enough that I could shave today. Turns out, not so much. I just had to sit outside for half an hour, waiting for the bleeding to stop and the blood to dry, before I could come back in and sit on the real furniture again. There are way too many cuts to even think about putting a Band-Aid on each one.
{{{Andi}}} I'm sorry you're struggling and send many warm wishes your way.
I wanted to upload some baby Ford pix to Flickr but my pro acct expired and I don't want to renew. I can't figure out how to delete pix so that I'm under the 200 limit. I want to share the ridiculous adorableness of my new boy!
Waxing them yourself of someone else waxing them?