Between The Big Bad Thing, Boo and the never ending school issues, strokes, work being arseholes and motherfucking chicks wearing leggings as pants I have come within a bees dick of going mad and then limboed under the fucker.
Man my back is sore
Fuck I hope so. Cause this having to drink another 2 litres of water a day to replenish the stuff that is leaking from my eyes is motherfucking BULLSHIT.
P.S. Did you know that it is common to have rebound depression after a stroke? No fucker told me that shit.
P.P.S. Did you know that taking Valium can actually make untreated depression WORSE? Fuck me dead.
P.P.P.S. I don’t have to go back to work on Monday. I have another few weeks off, maybe more. I am insisting MPS make THAT phone call. After he picks me up some Cracktastic McFries.
P.P.P.P.S. Did you know that it is NOT a good fucking idea to google your new medication cause then you will have ANOTHER panic attack hearing about the possible weight gain side effect and the massive carb cravings associated with it causing you to take some valium to calm the fuck down with your cup of coffee.
P.P.P.P.P.S. HOLD THE MOTHERFUCKING PHONE I am going to feel WORSE? Right now I am hoping for the diarrhoea/nausea/extra energy/weight loss combo rather than the constipation/vomiting/blow up like Oprah/suicidal ideation side effects.
I already have the nausea. And the diarrhoea. So I think I may be winning on that front.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. The million dollar psych called and they had a cancellation for Monday afternoon. I may come back an evangelist. Or cured. Or a chicken.
P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I have discovered another side effect. I am on half a tablet and managed to put my bra AND my tshirt on inside out. Kinda freaked about what I might do when I get to a whole tablet. Crocs?