But you can't drink on it, boo.
I...did not know that. Though I never have more than one drink, and I'm on a pretty low dose.
It looks like the primary dangers are an increased sedative effect -- it doesn't put me to sleep at all, so if it did, that would be a benefit -- and an increase in suicidal thoughts -- and I'm not on it as an AD.
When I went on amitryptaline, 20+ years ago, I gained 30 pounds in a flash. YMMV, of course.
I need to curl up in a corner somewhere. My day started with someone walking away with my cart at Costco with several reusable bags in it, including one given to me as a hs graduation gift - a big LL Bean tote with my name embroidered on it. I'm still cranky but it seems pretty trivial considering what followed.
I came home to a very upset roommate. White fonting because animal death follows (not mine, thank God).
One neighbor's little shitzu got into another neighbor's yard. They have a pit that stays outside. The pit attacked the shitzu while its owners cheered her on. They filmed it. There were kids watching. The dog died. My roommate called the SPCA on them. I feel sick every time I think about it. My other roommate is getting ready to adopt a ten lb dog. I don't even know.
How do people become that inured? What happened to them?
Then I went to a baby shower, which was nice.
Then I went to see 12 Years a Slave. I haven't been that destroyed
by a movie since Hotel Rwanda. I think I'm going to feed my animals and go to bed.
THEY FILMED IT? WTF?? I hope they get the book thrown at them.
Fifty bucks says best case scenario is that the pit gets put down and they get another one.
What the ever-loving fuck, smonster?
Oh, Smonster, that's so awful.
That's horrible, smonster.
What a horrible thing those people did. I am very sorry.