It is utterly unbelievable to me that a little tiny pill can completely eradicate all semblance of my personality.
AND replace it with this tired, irritable, bloated creature I don’t even pretend to like, understand or want to be around.
In less than 24 hours.
Because I honestly didn’t realize it had happened that quickly until my husband lovingly said to me last night, “Geez, you need a nap Crabby Girl”.
That may be true but thanks to Dexa-making-me-crazy, what I get instead are nights filled with moments of sweating followed 30 minutes later of near frost bite after I’ve removed every stitch of clothing while flinging all the covers onto my poor sleeping husband.
In addition to the nap, I also need my stay-at-home husband to return. There are towels to be washed, beds to be made, laundry to be folded, carpets to be vacuumed and as Chris reminded me so sweetly last night, our master bathroom needs to be mopped.
Instead of doing all that at home… for me… he’s working the first band camp of the season in 152 degree heat, providing the future leaders of America a positive role model and some much needed guidance.
Puh-leeze.
Also on the list of “Things Crabby Girl Needs But Can’t Have Because Life’s So Not Fair” (and yes, I am totally sticking out my bottom lip right now – just deal with it, okay) are McDonald’s French fries.
Oh for the love of Pete, those things are literally using telepathy and calling to me across many, many miles.
Well, okay, not many, many miles because I can see some golden arches from the other side of my building but you get my point.
They're saying things like “We’re transfat free now.” “Who really needs organic?” “And seriously, are you that stuck up you can’t just give in one time?”
Their messages are getting so aggressive. “Mean Girls: The Fry Story”.
I have to honestly tell you, they are slowing chipping away at my organic force field.
And the absolutely best news is…
…I’m only on day 2.
There are 5 more to go.
I suspect Chris will have left me by then. So let me know if you have both short-term and long-term space available for him to utilize. He may get so fed up with Crabby Girl he leaves me for good. He’s pretty handy and a great dancer to boot. He won’t disappoint as a roomie.
AND replace it with this tired, irritable, bloated creature I don’t even pretend to like, understand or want to be around.
In less than 24 hours.
Because I honestly didn’t realize it had happened that quickly until my husband lovingly said to me last night, “Geez, you need a nap Crabby Girl”.
That may be true but thanks to Dexa-making-me-crazy, what I get instead are nights filled with moments of sweating followed 30 minutes later of near frost bite after I’ve removed every stitch of clothing while flinging all the covers onto my poor sleeping husband.
In addition to the nap, I also need my stay-at-home husband to return. There are towels to be washed, beds to be made, laundry to be folded, carpets to be vacuumed and as Chris reminded me so sweetly last night, our master bathroom needs to be mopped.
Instead of doing all that at home… for me… he’s working the first band camp of the season in 152 degree heat, providing the future leaders of America a positive role model and some much needed guidance.
Puh-leeze.
Also on the list of “Things Crabby Girl Needs But Can’t Have Because Life’s So Not Fair” (and yes, I am totally sticking out my bottom lip right now – just deal with it, okay) are McDonald’s French fries.
Oh for the love of Pete, those things are literally using telepathy and calling to me across many, many miles.
Well, okay, not many, many miles because I can see some golden arches from the other side of my building but you get my point.
They're saying things like “We’re transfat free now.” “Who really needs organic?” “And seriously, are you that stuck up you can’t just give in one time?”
Their messages are getting so aggressive. “Mean Girls: The Fry Story”.
I have to honestly tell you, they are slowing chipping away at my organic force field.
And the absolutely best news is…
…I’m only on day 2.
There are 5 more to go.
I suspect Chris will have left me by then. So let me know if you have both short-term and long-term space available for him to utilize. He may get so fed up with Crabby Girl he leaves me for good. He’s pretty handy and a great dancer to boot. He won’t disappoint as a roomie.
Oh dear. I start that crazy little pill tomorrow, and I'm on 75mg of them for 20 days!!! I had no idea...
ReplyDeleteSounds like the teenager I knew and loved except for the part about you parents not understanding anything you were going through.
ReplyDeleteSeriously, we love you and hang in their. Look for the rainbow on the horizon (how is that for totaly useless support). Mom will call soon.
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Boo. Call me sometime. I can deal with crabby. Chris can live with Luke if needed. Luke's acting all sad and mopey since you guys left. He needs some golf and CoD.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the reaction was just the shock of it going into your system and once your body is use to it things will settle down. How's that for wishful thinking?! Seriously, hope your body settles down and you feel lots better soon. Love you. See you soon. Martha
ReplyDeleteI love that crabby girl still has a great sense of humor!! Hope it gets better, hun! xoxo
ReplyDeleteSo, can we call you CG for short when we see you this weekend? :-) Hope the meds decide to give you a break soon. And I thought we made a deal that you were getting rid of those 100+ temps before I got there!? See you tomorrow!
ReplyDeleteps. You have an award waiting on my blog! xo
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