Sorry to have fallen down the rabbit hole lately, but as we all know, I’m not the most stable campstove at the Boy Scout Jamboree, and I kinda dropped my basket. I’ll get back into the funny once the meds kick in!
And just an interesting FACT: Telling people you missed a week of work because you went batshit crazy will result in them A) not giving you any shit and B) giving you other things, like cool drinks and breakfast sandwiches.
hoodyhoo 
Don’t I know it. When I when crazy in May I might as well have worn a bubblewrap suit to work for how gently they all treated me. Annoying at first, but then I just went with it. Feel free to contact me if you need some tips. Seriosuly.
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seein’ the doc today for some tune ups on the ol’ chemicals… hopefully he’s got a big ol’ Pez dispenser full of Xanax I can have.
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Good luck Hoody! My husband needs good ol’ Chemicals! They saved his life! Get well.
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thanks — I’m kinda doing the, “if you think you’re crazy, you probably aren’t,” thing to make myself feel less insane!
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hope you get the magic combination, hopefully they’ll taste like pez too.
good luck with the doctor.
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so far I’ve been self-medicating with tacos and rum… but I think I need to kick it up a notch!
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actually, honestly, if you can get your hands on it, croatian badel brand sljivovic in hot tea (no milk) with sugar. there’s something magical about it that just helps make shit feel better without the sometimes depressy parts of drinking.
I usually figure the panic attacks balance out the depression, but I’m lucky, I only had uh, what did the asshole shrink say… a mild case of moderate depression.
and he told me not to breed, because it’s genetic. i never went back 🙂
try pizza, melted cheese helps. it fixes everything.
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cheese does fix anything… as does licking Hellmann’s off your EN-tire hand because you “accidentally” got too much on your sandwich!
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If only my xanax came in the middle of an M&M… then people wouldn’t know when I’m about to flip my shit. Hope you get to feeling better soon, sugar britches.
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it’s actually amazing what a difference a day and a fuckload of pills makes!
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I hope you start feeling more sane soon!
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working on it — I’m trying to find the good balance between “sane” and “dull.”
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Either you are really crazy, or we’re all normal. Hope the meds kick in soon. Meds are great. Better living through chemistry. Hang in there, it gets better!
Anyway, sorry for putting a link in the comments, but here’s something about Xanax that might help you:
http://www.wagthedad.com/corey-haim-saved-my-ass-part-1/
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that’s what I told Dear Sweet Mama when she mentioned how sweet y’all were in the comments — I said it just meant I had surrounded myself with people as batshit as me! But I thik we’re all a little nuts, or we’d be all up in the Tea Party wearing beehive hairdos and talking about how Jesus rode a dinosaur to school. As for the Xanax, I wigged just like you about the Haim Effect, but the doc says as long as I only take it “when I need it” not “whenever I want it” we should be okay.
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awesome I’d try that but kara is giving me a big ol’ “if you think that’s bad you should know I haven’t had any cuddles for at least two hours” look
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cuddles are also a miracle cure!
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And just for you….http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zidiWe9yq88 – i feel fantastic 🙂
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FRAKIN’. MARVELOUS. Where can I get some steak tastes better pills?
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Thanks for posting, I was worried when you just disappeared, but then I realized I had also disappeared for about 2 weeks because I spend my evenings blubbering in my beer while my boyfriend awkwardly patted my back because I hate my work situation but am too much a chickenshit to do anything about it and it has flung me into a depression-abyss of self-loathing and rage. But I’m feeling better now. I hope you do, too.
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I’m getting there — isn’t it weird, though, I though Seasonal Depressive shit was supposed to happen in the winter??? Guess there’s also a version for when it’s frickin’ HOT, too!
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Hope you feel better soon! For the record, the meds made me MORE crazy….which has now made me really leery of taking anything stronger than antibiotics. But my body is whacked and I know plenty of people who enjoy better living through chemistry.
All the best folk are a bit crazy. It’s a mark of distinction.
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I like the kind of crazy the pills make me — happy-go-lucky, randomly inappropriate, etc. — much better than the weepy crying panicky crazy I am without them! I am a full proponent of the White Man’s Medicine when it comes to making me pleasant to be around!
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Your crazy is the best kind cuz it makes me laugh. Wait, that sounds bad. Not like the laugh at you kind of laughing, more the laughing with you . . . oh damn, I’m not helping.
Hope you are better soon. I was worried something happened to one of the kittehs again. Glad it’s just the crazies getting ya. Well, not glad, but you know what I mean.
I am “mildly” depressed myself (does crying jags every day constitute mild?), but am holding out on the meds just yet. Hope you get what cures ya. And the good stuff, too damnit!! Feel better babe!
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to be honest, I probably hung in there too long — shoulda got this shit fixed before the crying jags went from EVERY day to SEVERAL times a day! And the kittehs are loving it, because Mommy feels bad for them being raised by a nutjob, so they get lots of treats!
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Have we been together, blog-wise, that we’re cycling crazy together? I feel so bonded.
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feels that way, doesn’t it? it’s like we’re in a sorority without the hazing and the corsets!
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Meds are always good.
Except when my best friend takes birth control because she turns into a raging uncontrollable bitch.
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hmm… I’m a raging, uncontrollable bitch WITHOUT the hormones…
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Bribery usually works to keep the crazy chick from blowing up your car. Well at least in their mind it might. Glad to see you back.
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I just keep seeing visions of assault rifles dancing in their heads!
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My favorite way to make randoms at work be nicer to me is to come in uncharacteristically quiet….
them: What’s up?
me: Bad day.
them: Oh?
me: Court.
them: Really? What for?
me: Murder.
them: *stunned silence*
me: It’s okay. Not guilty by reason of… well, you know.
I got flowers.
I hope you freak them out enough to get even better than that, while you secretly feel better and giggle inside.
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LOVE IT! especially if, later in the day, you causally mention “Hey, you know you remind me of my mother?” and wander off…
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I would buy you a McBacon or whatever they call them.
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And I would totally eat a McBacon — with HELLMANN’S
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