So my zoloft prescription ran out a couple of days ago. This is not a good thing. Like, NOT A GOOD THING. Don’t know if anybody else out there is on the anti-depressant train? If you ever run out & quit cold turkey, there’s a mother of a headache waiting on you. Just sayin’.
I feel a little bit crazy. Bobby doesn’t like me. He says that I’m mean. And I am. I can feel myself being mean as hell & I just don’t care. He asked me to print out some stuff for our taxes (which, btw, still aren’t filed) & I heaved a long-suffering sigh & gave him an evil glare like he had asked me to amputate my fingers. I KNEW while I was doing it that I was being hateful & I just didn’t care. He told me that being married to me right now was no fun, & got in his car & drove away for a while. And I laughed.
My head is pounding & I’m guzzling coffee & popping excedrin like candy. And I’m testy & bitchy & just completely unmedicated.
This past week, because he’s a nice, nice boy married to the devil, he bought me the first season of “True Blood” just because he knew it would make me happy. And it did. I immediately sat my ass on the sofa, popped open a beer & proceeded to watch like 5 hrs of vampires biting & screwing people. And in the midst of all this beer-swigging & biting & screwing, there was a knock at the door. I turned around & saw two well-groomed boys standing on my front porch, holding books & wearing the telltale black pants, white short-sleeved dress shirts, & skinny ties. They smiled & waved through the glass door. And you know what I did? Instead of getting up & going to the door & being nice? I left them standing there, turned back to my vampires, yelled (definitely within their earshot) “Bobby, the Mormons are here,” & took another guzzle of my beer.
Now that’s just rude. My mama raised me better than that. And I knew I was being rude, & I got the giggles, & began laughing manically at my own rudeness. While drinking beer. And watching vampires. Bobby glared at me as he passed, stepped out on the porch with the little Mormon boys, & closed the door behind him, leaving me sitting there with my beer & my vampires.
Feeling a little “off” these days. Yep.
Whitney said:
Ohhhh, Sarah. :)
Made me laugh… maybe I shouldn’t have, but having done the Zoloft thing, I got it.
Glad to see from the next post that the headache is better, but I’ll tell ya, there have definitely been times in my life when “medicated normal” was much better than “normal normal”.
Ain’t no shame in it… but I get that part too.
If you need to vent, call me sometime. I’m about to move in with my in-laws for 9 weeks, and it’s the anniversary of the Yuckiness this month.
Good times.
BB said:
I know I shouldn’t laugh, but I did. You are acting out all of my thoughts and feelings and I’m not even weaning myself of medication! I hope for everyone else your mood brightens, but I do kinda enjoy the frankness!