Well, wasn’t that fun? NOT

(this post should be relabled FUCK, because apparently I use this word alot today)

I went to talk to my shrink behavior specialist today. We discussed my behavioral patterns including my incredible snit fit this morning when I lost the girls swimsuits*.

Apparently, this is classic "SSRI just isn’t working anymore" behavior. Fuck me. Really, I mean why the hell does this shit have to happen to me?

The first idea is to change my meds. I am just so against that. Ok, let’s be honest, I am so against ANY meds to begin with. So I hesitated. She saw that and suggested that I could raise my dose back to 15mg (I had dropped it awhile ago) and we will try for a month like this. If it doesn’t work, then I could try effexor. I now need to visit dr google and see what the hell this drug will do to my body.

I am so sick of this shit. Really. Why did my body have to go into tailspin after giving birth? Why? Why does lexapro have to stop working on me? What, does it have a "hey, it’s Nance, let’s fuck around with her responses" coded into it?

Fuck me. This just sucks.

I am going to have a nice pity party today. And no one can stop me. And I am getting a haircut with the lady I LIKE. No more four fucking inches off… sigh…

I need a drink. A large margarita. With salt. Frozen. NOW.

* Yes, I lost the girls’ swimsuits. I moved then at 8:15am and at 8:30 we had no fucking clue where I had moved them to! Lovely. Just fucking lovely.