I finally asked the cancer doc for some depression meds. Due to my imminent 5 yr rounds of medically induced cancer menopause, I only had one option....that gave me chronic morning sickness, dizzying head spins, and the spitting pukes. So I wiped my mouth with my sleeve, blew my nose, and flushed that option down the tank. And am now man handling my own sour disposition with gritted teeth and narrowed eyes, just double dog daring a b*tch to come have a piece of this. And people think zombies are scary... Oh yeah, and winter is closing in, and we will all soon be trapped inside.... together.
I am supposed to be working with a trainer on physical/mental wellness. Well, f*ck that. I texted her a terse message that I needed to cancel our appt. And what then does she sweetly do??? Why, texts me back trying to set up another appt for next week, "same time???" I have now decided to text her that I have a pinched nerve in my lower back and will be "resting".... indefinitely...while smoking cigs and burning calories channel surfing . What the f*ck's up with people not getting the f 'ing brush off these days??? .... sheesh!
But I do have a facial/massage scheduled for today and am seriously considering pulling the trigger on purchasing a new Fossil handbag... which is making me all twitchy and stoked about planning outfits around my uber trendy new bag... Retail therapy is my new drug of choice. Because being financially responsible and physically healthy is for douche bags...
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