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.
'Life of the Party'
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.
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?
Andi, my dear, I am so sorry that your fish are so very dead. I'm kind of not surprised that you feel better in some ways after going off Wellbutrin, I know a number of people who have experiences serious anxiety while on it.
I will sit here and hold your virtual hand and we can contemplate our dead fish together. I feel like there is so much more to your story and I am also here for listening if you like. I also understand if you are tired of talking about it and thinking about it.
Glam, I thought it worked so the most recent ones were viewable, but older than 200 were not?
Hil, OUCH. That sounds like no fun whatsoever.
We could save up all the dead fish, press them between heavy books and make crafts with them, layering them like chain mail.